Hazelle

We sat in silence for what felt like twelve hours, but of course it was only like thirty minutes. I decided that she's just too annoying to talk to, so I will not be talking to her anymore for the rest of the week. But eventually it was too much for my extroverted brain to handle, "Soooo, do you do anything for fun, besides playing with your cat?" I say out if pure boredom.

Genevieve blinks like she's annoyed, but responds with, "No not really, the only thing I do is go on jogs then come back to my casa and grab a frutta ghiacciolo, a fruit popsicle, that I make every Sunday." Her eyes turn away from me and she looks as if her mind wanders. 'Damn, I really want a popsicle!'

"That sounds really relaxing and fun!" I say while finishing up my last piece of peach. 'This is so good though.'

"It is, what do you like to do?" She says back, 'heh, her reaction will be fun to see.'

"I'm apart of 'The Competitive Dance Academy' in Miami! It's so much fun and I really miss it a lot. I do ballet mostly but, sometimes I get into jazz and contemporary." 'All I want is to go back to Miami, I mean Venice is great, but it's not me, per say. I miss it so much.

"Oh wow, that's a way cooler hobby than me. Also, I didn't know you lived in Miami! I've always wanted to go there! What's it like?" All if her questions smush together, as I'm still thinking about Miami and my mind is caught off guard.

"Thanks," I say as I sweep my blonde hair away. I continue to talk about Miami and dance, but I can see it's starting to bore Genevieve so I cut it short. I get so excited over just talking about things that are happy or fun to me, I guess that's just my extroverted brain. But, following the excitement comes the longing or sorrow of wanting, wishing to do that thing that makes me excited. I could go on and on about any subject that makes me excited.

"Seriously that sounds really cool! I wish I had a talento like that, all I'm good at is listening to musica." Genevieve snaps me out of my 'wishing moment' as I like to call it. My eyes fixate on her bright, glowing smile.

"Ya, but I'll need somewhere to stretch and practice some basic and expert moves. I brought a dance mat with me just in case I needed it, luckily I do! Uh, where should I put it?" I look down and around the room, 'man, this place is packed! There's no space on the floor whatsoever. Every nook and cranny is stuffed with some combination of blankets, pillows, plants, or just random stuff.'

"No." She shouts at me. "Heh, I mean there's not really any room besides your bedroom." 'Woah, okay calm, calm yourself Hazelle. No need to be upset...'

"Hell no! I need sunlight, I have to practice exactly at six a.m. and six p.m. sharp everyday for at least thirty minutes. Got it?" 'Well, there goes my self control for today.'

"Beh, in realtà, sarà piuttosto difficile perché quello che ho fuori è pieno di piante e non muoverò i miei bambini!" She shouts louder and her heels raise off the ground, now standing on her tippy toes. 'Wait, what did she just say?'

"What the hell did you just say?" I start laughing hysterically, my eyes water and I'm now slapping my knee. 'Wow, I'm so cliche!' "That was hilarious, you sounded like a really mean, old, foreign lady from like Russia or something! Why don't you talk like that more often?"

"Heh," She says while her hand rubs the back of her neck again. "Yeah, so, I usually only talk in full Italian when I'm really angry. Sorry, but you can't use the outside deck for your danza mat. You can either use it in your bedroom or go out in the front whenever you supposed to allungare or whatever and then roll it up once your done and store it in your camera da letto. Okay?" 'Ugh, really? You couldn't just move a couple of your dying plants for a damn week?' I wish I could say that, but I can't do I keep my mouth shut.

"Oh, I mean I guess it is your house so, okay I get it. I'll go out in the front." Sarcasm laces my tone, 'I hope she can hear the annoyance in that statement!'

'Wow, my first day staying here and we've already gotten in two arguments? This is going to be a train wreck!'