#train #gummy #twins

I don't go to the pizzeria anymore, I haven't talked to my uncle for days and my mother treat him coldly too.

She advised me to go and stay with my father for a few days, of course I immediately took the chance and invited Cinzia, she is part of my family now.

Cinzia's unmissable selfie with the background of the train's windows bring a lot of comments, but I am busy with an equally important matter: opening all the snack bags that I bought at the station's vending machine.

"Carol, listen, yesterday I saw Kevin leaving the cinema with a girl under his arm!"

"The heartbreak of the century."

“Are you being sarcastic now? Aren't you still thinking about that thief of your uncle? "

“No, please don't remind me. Anyway, I didn't think you were so into Kevin... » I gorge myself like a wild boar attacking the tomato chips bag.

"I wouldn't say I am into him, but I'm a little sad knowing that I lost him now..." she slips a licorice stick between her cheeks.

"Don't be silly, when you really like a guy you never let him slip away and when you catch him you eat him in one bite!"

"That's not true!" Cinzia makes an extremely surprised and shocked expression.

"Do you remember Marco and where you met him?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Marco and I were fated, we felt attracted to the stars from the first time we met!" Cinzia waves her hand, today her long nails are aquarium-themed.

“We sneaked in a stranger's graduation party in a nightclub that have a questionable reputation! In a blink of eye I turned around and saw you dancing clinged with a guy who you don't even know! You do everything backwards... » we fight over the last cheese flavored chip and for the fish-shaped gummies.

"No matter how our relationship started, we really loved each other. Hey, that gummy is mine!" she gives me a little slap on the hand, taking possession of the little fish.

Marco was Cinzia's most important and enduring boyfriend, they broke up shortly after she met his mother: for that woman she was nothing more than a brainless goose. That witch did everything to separate them, when she finally succeeded in it, she hosted a big party in a well-known restaurant in Rosadoro.

After devouring all the chips, scones, gumdrops and various candies, I begin to feel a little nauseous.

"Carol, we have a lot of time before the arrival, you should go to the bathroom before throwing up on my new skirt!"

"I don't like public toilets..." Yeah, but my stomach doesn't think the same way. The train decide to make an overbearing curve that causes my stomach the stimulus needed to make me jump up and run to the bathroom.

A step from the door a girl pushes me away and slips into the bathroom before me, slamming the door.

Goodbye dignity.

I hid behind Cinzia out of shame all the way to the station, fortunately I am short.

"Shouldn't Fred be here waiting for you?" Cinzia asks me, stroking my head.

"He said he's waiting for me outside." the girl that left me out of the bathroom walks past me with her group of friends pointing at me and laughing. "Hey!" Cinzia stops me and drags me away. «Let me go, Cinzia! That bitch deserves a punch!"

“Do you want to fight right now while your father is waiting for you? You haven't seen each other in a long time, do you want to show yourself in front of him bruised?"

Cinzia is so wise sometimes, she is like an amulet to me, she reassures me and keeps me in a good mood. I take a deep breath and start walking again without looking back.

At the exit of the station there is Dad's bright red car, I approach it and only after I can see him.

"Hello Beauty! What a sad faces, didn't you like the trip? The journey from Rosadoro is pleasant, there is a long stretch of sea!"

Dad, who is the same size as me, energetically hugs me and greets Cinzia, then takes both of our bags and places them in the trunk.

Inside the car I see the twins hopping, ready to assault me ​​with cuddles.

I breathe a sigh and enter, swallowed by their happy screams and their cascade of mushroom-shaped curls.

"Wait a minute, stay still!" I tell them pretending to be in trouble distinguishing them, while the children giggle convinced that they are not recognizable. For me it is very easy to distinguish Ethan from Filippo, they are different: Ethan has rounder facial features and slightly downward eyes, people find it hard to understand. I'm wrong on purpose but they notice it, then they start singing the songs they are learning at school.

I love these children, there is no tragic story behind the end of my parents marriage: they no longer loved each other and they broke up, they also get along quite well.

Dad remarried to Laura who has African origins, but in her family they have been Italians for two generations, from which these two splendid brats were born.

There are all the conditions for a pleasant holiday.

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