The mall was an overwhelming place. For the parents who always had to keep an eye on their adventurous children, to the teenagers sizing each other up and
looking for a significant other of the month. For the amateur drug dealers looming around the entranceways, and the homeless rummaging through the trash and
being chased away by Security. But most of all, for Kaiden Scabbia.
It was hard for her to understand the concept of shopping for school supplies in a grocery store. Grocery stores were for groceries, school supply shops were for school supplies. She couldn't even see the relation to the two.
"And that is why you moved here," She reminded herself inwardly.
California was nothing like Milan. She knew very few here, and although that meant she could start anew, it also meant she was quite lonely. No one would recognize her and hug her warmly, ask about her father and the rest of the Scabbia clan. No one to offer her a drink at the bar; and the change in drinking age was probably something she would have the most trouble with getting used to. And most of all, no one who understood a damned thing she was saying.
"Scusilo, dove sono le vostre matite?" She asked one of the employees of the store.
The boy, who looked even younger than she was, stared at her blankly. So he didn't speak Italian, that was no surprise.
"Do you..." She started slowly in a thick Italian accent. "know where pencil is?" She paused, waiting to see if Enlish had any affect on the boy.
When his expression failed to change, she sighed.
This would definately be much harder than she had originally anticipated. When she had first met Claudia, her English had been horrible. She hated English in school more than any other subject, and failed to understand why a person would make a language so difficult. But after communicating with her one and only friend for months, her ego bloomed. Before moving to California, she had thought that her English hardly needed improvement. But now, she felt like hiding under a rock.
Exasperated, Kaiden gestured with her hand. She held an invisible pen in her fingers and swirled it across her palm as if writing something. When the boy still stared at her blankly, Kaidens hands dropped to her sides. She returned his stare.
"Siete sulle droghe?" She questioned him, her eyes lowering to slits quizzically.
It was hard for her to understand the concept of shopping for school supplies in a grocery store. Grocery stores were for groceries, school supply shops were for school supplies. She couldn't even see the relation to the two.
"And that is why you moved here," She reminded herself inwardly.
California was nothing like Milan. She knew very few here, and although that meant she could start anew, it also meant she was quite lonely. No one would recognize her and hug her warmly, ask about her father and the rest of the Scabbia clan. No one to offer her a drink at the bar; and the change in drinking age was probably something she would have the most trouble with getting used to. And most of all, no one who understood a damned thing she was saying.
"Scusilo, dove sono le vostre matite?" She asked one of the employees of the store.
The boy, who looked even younger than she was, stared at her blankly. So he didn't speak Italian, that was no surprise.
"Do you..." She started slowly in a thick Italian accent. "know where pencil is?" She paused, waiting to see if Enlish had any affect on the boy.
When his expression failed to change, she sighed.
This would definately be much harder than she had originally anticipated. When she had first met Claudia, her English had been horrible. She hated English in school more than any other subject, and failed to understand why a person would make a language so difficult. But after communicating with her one and only friend for months, her ego bloomed. Before moving to California, she had thought that her English hardly needed improvement. But now, she felt like hiding under a rock.
Exasperated, Kaiden gestured with her hand. She held an invisible pen in her fingers and swirled it across her palm as if writing something. When the boy still stared at her blankly, Kaidens hands dropped to her sides. She returned his stare.
"Siete sulle droghe?" She questioned him, her eyes lowering to slits quizzically.
