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While I’m on the train with my loved headphones and listening to music on Spotify, I think back to the beautiful morning and the emotions caused by the Italian teacher, ending up being carried away by my thoughts.

I am brought back to reality when I notice my stop outside the window; I get up, I try to make room among the people standing and I quickly get down before the train leaves.

When I got home, mom has already prepared me lunch, and she asks me impatiently to tell her how this first day of school went. She knows how much I care about school, she’s always supportive and proud of me, even when I don’t exactly give her a reason to be. I love her so much, she’s the strongest woman in the world snd now she’s both a mother and a father to me, never letting me miss anything.
I couldn’t ask for a better mother!

When we're finish eating, I help her cleaning the table, l give her a kiss, and l go up to my room. I pick up the phone and decide to look at all the profile photos of my class mates; because yes, today we already did a group on whatsapp. The twenty girls who are there excluding me, who more or less, are all very pretty, at least those who have a profile photo.
Unfortunately, today I have not been able to frame them all well. As for the two boys I have in class, I had already "studied" them today in class, being only two.
The first, named Michael, is rather thin, has the classic tuft of a "failed bad guy", black eyes and a very large nose. He’s the kind of guy who wants to impress others, but, in the end, he’s a bit of a loser, at least in my honest opinion. He’s was at the back and partying at every hour change, not to mention the tasteless jokes he made during geohistory while I was in class, I can’t imagine the crap he might have shot when I left...
But, lucky for him, the teacher, in addition to being quite old, is also slightly deaf and has not heard anything. Or pretended not to have heard. Maybe she just resigned herself to the temper of certain students after all the years of teaching behind her.

The second boy, Josef, who as I mentioned before is the "cutest" of the two, has cerulean eyes, one more blue and the other of a green that is fading to brown, his hair is a light brown and he has a rather marked features. He looks slightly older than its age. He was the only one in class, except me, who didn’t laugh at Michael’s stupid jokes, and he even picked up my pencil when she fell; so I can say that, as a first impression, he seems kind. It could be a friendship, who knows.

Today is Saturday, so no school tomorrow, and I can take some time off for myself.
I take a romance book and start reading until I fall asleep to take one of my usual afternoon naps. 

This is one of the few books I’ve read, I only do it when I’m bored and, for me, in summer boredom is at the beginning of the day.
I come from the world of Felicia Kingsley: my favourite Italian writer, to the school world, and when ever!
He won’t leave my mind even when I’m sleeping.

Unexpectedly I dream of her: my Italian teacher in all her majestic beauty; honey eyes, fleshy lips, her soft and fragrant hair, and then I’m brought back a few hours before when I was in school.
Her beauty really struck me.

I don’t dream much, since the vibrating of the phone interrupts me. I notice a flurry of notifications from instagram: they are all  requests from my class mates. I accept and replace all by starting to do a little stalking until dinner time is over. I get off, I eat quickly with mom while watching an episode of a wonderful series called "Lucifer" on Netflix and once finished, I climb back into the room. There I decide to make some order in the closet and in the library, as per routine, then it's skin care time and I throw myself in bed.

*Monday morning.*

Here we are: it’s Monday. I feel a concentration of energy and anxiety, a lot of anxiety, but I’m also very happy. Yesterday I was reading all day and I devoured a whole book, now I have to face real life...

My first school week is about to begin, I just hope everything goes well and that the teachers I have yet to meet prove to be as competent as the rumors about this school say.

Mom left me in front of the bakery next to the school for me to buy something, but I guess I don’t want anything today, eating fat food early in the morning doesn’t seem like the best.
I admire people who eat without problems, I wish I could do the same...

Abandoning these unhappy thoughts, I head for school and enter my classroom where the sunlight comes filtered through the curtains. I sit in the same place of Saturday: the first bench in front of the teacher's chair, also struck by the sunlight. The benches are still single despite, even if the Covid has been finished for almost a year; I hope they'll change them soon. I want to socialize with my classmates, too bad both the desks and the teachers' lessons are in the way.

While I look out the door, I see teacher Signorelli passing, who smiles at me, and l swear that l can feel butterflies in my stomach. I smile back, and blush. Oh, she is so fine...

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