Aurora.

Sometimes I sit and wonder how life's much boring with its people maybe it isn't life but the people in my life. They say I'm weird but I know that am just trying to have fun! To live my life to the upmost fullest. It's been said YOLO, You Only Live Once. I am so odd amongst my friends but my family's just as crazy as I am, though thank God for that. My advice, move with those who are just as weird, wild and crazy as you are. Well, That's the history of my life...

Getting up from bed I pick up my ringing phone from the nightstand, "Are you pregnant?" and that's Lucinda Amato, a bestie that's just like me 'crazy'. "...You better get your lazy ass out of bed now or I'll come into your room and do it myself" I scoffed She's bluffing. "I'm 100% sure you're are several miles away from my house not to talk about my bedr..." And then some no-mannered scum barges into my room, giving me a half heart attack.

"You were saying?" Lucinda says. Two words, mad friend! One fact, I have a crazy ass best friend.

After Lucinda threw me out of bed, I bathed, dried my brown waist length hair and wore comfy home clothes. A black short and a white shirt with my hair in a messy bun.

"Aargh! She's here again. Aurora, sweetheart, you could use real sane friends not ones that run loose from the mental asylum." Luca Santoro AKA My protective elder brother. "please, you two shouldn't fight and Luca, I love my friends." I said and moved to the kitchen to have breakfast.

"Whoa! Whatcha cooking Luca?" I asked drooling already. I tasting the soup using the spoon I grabbed but Luca hits my hand with the stirring spoon. "People who tell me what to do don't eat what I cook." Luca said. "but why?" I whined pouting. "you ordered me not to fight now you don't get to eat this."

"Aargh! Fine, I'm sorry" I said surrendering while looking at the ceiling and pacing the kitchen." Now can I eat?" I asked. "yes, you can." Luca smiled. Oh Brother!

NEW CLUB OPENING!
In Italy, there's always a new club opening every one to two months because they get full and even fuller, or maybe the owners just build new ones to make more money or whatever. Anyways, if a new club opens Lucinda is always informed and that's like party time for us. Yes, I like partying.

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"Choose this one." Why are we girls so picky when it comes to what to wear? It's been like thirty minutes and Lucinda hasn't found her 'perfect dress'. I roll my eyes at her. Drama Queen...
"Bitch, you need to know this, the dress chooses you, you don't choose the dress". You see what I mean?

"This one?" I asked her and her eyes goes wide. "Oh, My Fucking God! This is the one!" She squeals. Child.

"Now time for your dress."

"Oh, fuck no!" I whine and pout.  A Habit.

I don't need a dress but she needs a psychiatrist. She has a dress problem. "it will be quick stop whining" she said

This is gonna be a long day...