Sunday, 29 June 2008

Choises II

‘Fred...! Fred, wake up!’ said Simona, almost shouting as she opened the window. ‘Your aunts didn’t come all the way from Italy to see their nephews sleeping… Come on!’ Fred muttered something impossible to understand and rolled in bed, trying to fight against the light and the breeze that came from the opened window.
‘No… Let’s go. Griani is already taking a shower, you’ll be next. Okay, honey?’

Simona left the room, leaving also her son to his own mercy and choices. Federico stretched himself, rubbed his eyes and without opening them sat on the bed to his left side. He scratched his head and he opened one eye after the other unsuccessfully until he decided it was best to get up like a blind man. This decision made him stumble a little and collide slightly with the bedroom’s door jamb before turning left in his way to the kitchen.

Mia opened the closet door slowly. The coast was finally clear. She got out of the closet and noticed her shoes near the desk where the television was. Thank god, they were unisex and the most common sneakers within teenagers.

She heard footsteps again so she lean herself against the wall between the wardrobe and the desk. Someone walked through the corridor and disappear to a room next to Federico’s. Seconds later Dion’s song, Run Around Sue, started playing.

Mia stuck her head out to see if there was someone in the corridor. After verifying that, she quickly grabbed her shoes and looked through the window… but it wasn’t a good way out, she was probably in a third floor or something. Oh, no… footsteps again.

‘Fred!?’
With no time to think, Mia throws herself to the floor so that she would be hidden behind the bed if someone stood by the door.
‘Gosh, Fred…! Did you steal my Guiness black t-shirt?’
By looking under the bed, Mia could see someone’s bare feet near the door. Griani had heard the dry noise of Mia’s body crashing on the floor. He was now standing in the bedroom entrance just with a towel on thinking that the noise had been made by his brother.

‘Unff… Where are you?’ After concluding that it had probably been their cat, Mia saw Griani’s bare feet turn around and walk, just like Federico, towards the kitchen.
Mia sighed with relief and she decided it was best to roll over, stay under the bed and wait.

8 comments:

Joana Soares said...

Well, I know it took me a while…

And I know it’s not as big as Vanessa’s,

but I hope you like it…



Kiss Kiss Wish Wish* :D

PS-Are you enjoying the summer vacations? What plans do you have?

Catarina said...

Baby! I love it! But I want you to continue it :p
Yes, I am enjoying the summer vacations and you my dear?
Well, my plans are going to the Algarve for 10 days, then I'll be back to Lisbon for another 10 days and in the end of August, I'll leave again to Switzerland with the Scouts. :D
Many plans, don't you think? :)
I have to continue my other story.. I'll try to post it as soon as I can :)
Kiss***

José Pedro Veiga said...

What a bunch of imPOSTors!...

I fear Catarina's laziness has been spreading and is now contaminating the rest bloggers.

What a terrible epidemic! Our literary elite, decimated - as we say, "foi pelo cano abaixo"!...

Catarina said...

José Almeida. You'll pay for this one. Mind my words!

José Pedro Veiga said...

This is the last warning: my name should be preceded by the honorific title. The correct form is: His Majesty, José d'Almeida, " O Ferrabrás". And don't forget the "d'"!...

Of course, I can be d'Almeida! I'm no "pelintra"!

Catarina said...

You must think you're important... You offend us and you still want us to call you these or that.. Must be kidding! :D

José Pedro Veiga said...

His Majesty will not waste His time arguing with His servants.

Catarina said...

We will not waste our time with 'His Majesty".