Clara

"Well, that's another one and my way to the degree is always shorter!" A happy Clara thought, after having gotten 25 in Greek Literature, the dark horse for the majority of students!

The professor has been a real "gentleman" since when he asked for her student card before the end of the exam to analyze it as if it could hide the secret to prepare the long - life elixir! But now that the Odyssey had finally ended, it was time for a celebration.

«I can't really think that exists something better than a glass of orange – soda, a bag of chips, a comfy bed and an unlimited archive of romantic tv series. This is really the apotheosis of senses!» The young woman exclaimed, foretasting the moment when she could have put in place her plan!

She was from Modena and she has been living there since her birth, even if she commuted between her city and Bologna, where she attended university. She liked going to the station and meeting a lot of different people every time, always headed who knows where with bags and trolleys on their backs! She found really interesting imagining the different types of adventures that they could have lived. Plus, she loved strolling through the alleys looking for something new to discover, like a little and picturesque bistro or the species smells or the beautiful plants on the balconies. Well, she adored every aspect of life!

Talking about her family, there's plenty for everybody! Her mother, Lara, is an artist a bit over the top, like everyone in that field, with a passion for flowers – in fact, entering in the house is similar to diving into the verdant Boboli's gardens!

Her father Flavio is a musician with a knack for cooking. (Everyday her parents exhibit themselves in "competitions to the death" to establish the best dish but, unfortunately for them, they always end in a draw!). He is an incredible pianist and trumpeter, but he is also good with other instruments and, moreover; he never stops making sickly sweet serenades to her mum.

Then, there was her brother Cristiano, a lovely guy, so beautiful and kind who seemed coming from a fairy tale. He loves having his long dark hair in a ponytail and he is never separated from his flute. Clara was sure that he would have never had his hair cut neither if he was blackmailed with a gun on his temple but, at the end, it was integral part of his "charming prince's style." He attends university in Bologna too, even if at the Faculty of Philosophy. He is the family's poet! Or let's say that the "bad seed" was her, since that every member of her family seemed living in a world apart, almost like nothing could affect them, except in some occasions in which they freed their "dark" side. And to end the presentations we can't not mention dear Fido, a tabby cat who everyone loved and it surely didn't seem disliking so many cuddles and "imperial" meats.

Once home, she headed directly towards her bedroom to take refuge in her little and comfy world, but, seriously, when it is so simple?

«Clara sweety, you came back soon. So, did it go well?» Her mother asked, unsure on what tone would be better to use in these cases!

«Relax, you can avoid overing the coals. This time we did it.» She answered, satisfied about the result considering the type of professor!

«I knew you would have made it, in fact I cooked fried seafood and a tiramisu as dessert.»

«But usually, you make tiramisu when I'm in a bad mood.» Clara investigated already knowing her mother's answer.

«Sweety, in case the "dear" professor was in a bad mood, I prepared two kg of tiramisu of consolation for my champion.» Lara answered laughing.

«Anyway, we eat it, even just because it came out too good.» She added proudly, going back to the kitchen to ending her "master piece"!

And finally, after having greeted the happy bunch, the young woman managed to finally reach her "reign".

From the outside, it seemed just like a normal bedroom, but for her, it was her "world", the place where she could be herself, where she could dance and imagine to live great adventures.

Put the backpack down and left the cat on the bed, she laid down on her cobalt blue carpet she loved so much and started thinking about a new book to write. Oh yeah, one of her dreams was spending her life in a beautiful house on the seashore with just her notebook and a glass of juice. In the meanwhile, she kept ahead writing everyday and playing with the imagination.

Suddenly, she visualized an image. It was like a vision. It was a marvelous place, almost fairy with green landscapes and fairy creatures. She had never seen something like that before. That vision was really quick and, once ended, she felt herself falling as if she had been sucked into a chasm. Everything had been so quick that did not have even the time to shout for the fear.

When that kind of portal opened again, she fell on something, or better, on someone! One thing was sure, she was no more at home and another sure thing was that she would have had to find a way to understand what the Hell had happened and how to come back!

The "hit" subject wasn't very pleased to make her acquaintance, even if it was a pity since his incredible handsomeness!

"Oh, what the Hell am I thinking? I am here God only knows with and where and I can't thing about anything else except then admiring this man like a stupid!? Oh my God, it's better that I change something before that it ends even worse." She thought, with her heart pumping at lighting fast and with a strange sensation.

«Hey, this place seems like a cell? Where the Hell I am?» She realized terrorized, seeing the handsome man coming always nearer and her without a way off, except a barred door. The man didn't seem so well – intentioned and the situation seemed keep going ever worse.

"Can it really go worse?!"