Maybe It's You...

Josaline is an Italian girl who just moved to England with her mother, Leonora, and her sister, Rachele. They only know a fair amount of English, but Josaline knows the most, and she's alright-ish with the language.Josaline is seventeen. She has never heard of One Direction because she never really paid attention to the press... She also never believed in boyfriends. Josaline is a book maniac. She reads while she walks. With an amaZayn turn of events, she just happens to bump into Zayn while reading... Josaline and Zayn get to know eachother really well, and eventually, Josaline lets her guard down for once and trusts Zayn with her life...

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1. Leaving All My Life Behind

 

A/N:

Pretend that everything they say is in Italian!!!

BEFORE WE START, JOSALINE'S INFORMATION:

AGE: SEVENTEEN

DIRECTIONER: NEVER HEARD OF ONE DIRECTION

LIKES: SINGING ITALIAN SONGS LIKE AVE MARIA

LIVES IN VENICE, ITALY, ON THE COUNTRY SIDE.

NAME PRONOUNCED: JOE-SA-LEEN OR JOSS-A-LEEN OR JOSS-LYNN (DOESN'T MATTER)

NICKNAME(S): JOSS

IS MOVING TO ENGLAND.

*Josaline's Point Of View*

"Josaline Sabrina Maria Rosetta D'Aquino! Get down here or I'll chop off your fingers!" Mama calls. We laugh. "Coming, Mamma!" I yell. I take one last look of my now empty bedroom. I am going to miss how small it is, how beautiful the stone walls are, how comfertable it is...or, was. All that is remaining are the windows, doors and the bed. "Josaline!" yells Mamma. "Sì! Sì!" I yell. I leave the room and run down the creaky wooden stairs. "Is Rachele ready?" I ask. "She's saying goodbye to the mice. Oh, the heart in that child."

Rachele, my seven year old sister, found mice in the kitchen. Mamma insisted on killing them, but Rachele told her, "If you were in someone else's home and they said, 'Let's kill it. It's disgusting and terrible,' how would you feel?"

Rachele comes into the front hallway with us. Mamma calls a taxi. We go outside. The taxi arrives and we get in. "San Marco Aeroporto." says Mamma. San Marco Airport. The driver nods. It takes a bit to get to the airport. We finally do.

"Josaline. Rachele. Come on." says Mamma. It's hard to keep up with her. We go through all the security and bag checking and all that boring stuff that takes two hours. We sit down in the waiting area. "Flight Two two six to London, England will now be boarding families and their children." says the speaker. Mamma, Rachele and I get to the line first and we board the plane. All my life, I've only been in a plane four times to go to Rome to visit our uncle. We get on the plane. I get the window seat. Mamma and Rachele have to sit in the middle row... I don't know why, but the people just wouldn't let us get seats together. Some random lady who smells strongly of alcohol sits next to me. I gag at the scent. She starts talking in English. All I understand is "I," "Is," "With," "The," "You," "Little," "Idiot," "Hate," "Stupid," "Crazy," and worst of all, the racist words: "Zip" and "Wop." I go crazy.

(A/N: This is all in Italian)

"Shut up, lady! Who the hell do you think you are, calling me a Wop and a Zip?! You have no right! What did I do to you?! All I did was gag because you smell of alcohol! I can't believe you're so racist! You need to just get the f*** away from me!"

Mamma looks at me with shock from the middle row, and Rachele is laughing. I chuckle and Mamma smiles. Then I realize that I'm standing up and everyone who understood that is looking at me. They stare at me, eyes wide with shock. Then they smile. The lady gets up and leaves to a different seat.

On the plane ride, I get sick thrice. Rachele's job on the plane: hold my hair. Then, thank God, the captain says through a speaker (obviously in Italian), "This is your captain speaking, and we will be landing in about five minutes. Please put on your seat belts." I put mine on and then, I sit through bumpy turbulence. This is the longest five minutes of my whole entire life.

The plane lands and we all un buckle our seat belts. We get off of the plane. When inside the airport, my mom calls a taxi. The taxi takes us to our new house. It's big. I run upstairs with Rachele and we decide which bedroom will be our own. We decide that I get the big one with a bathroom on the side at the end of the hall. Rachele gets the one that's across from mine. Smaller, also has a bathroom. Mamma gets the one on the opposite side of the hall, close to the stairs. The bedroom at the exact end of the hall will be the spare room. Then, the family or guest washroom is beside Mamma's room, across from the stairs. Next to that is a closet. Wow. We decorate our own rooms. Mine is pretty cool. It has been......... Josified.

 

 

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