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There is something shaking like an earthquake which causes me to wake up. I opened my eyes and there was a friendly looking young woman sitting next to me telling that we should fasten our seatbelts cause we are landing. I guess I looked like a complete jackass because the girl told me again to fasten my belt and get in an upright position. “Why the fuck isn’t a stewardess telling me to do so?”, I spit out annoyed because she woke me. I looked her over a bit and noticed that she was fucking hot to be honest. Her blue-grey eyes seem to look through me, her brown locks seem just perfect and her feminine figure was covered by a loose white summer dress. Her look is just perfect and these ivory heels are fucking fantastic. The young lady seems to have noticed I eyed at her cause she looks at me in a questioning way. “Do you think she has time to stay here to wake you for ten minutes?”
I was very confused…what is she meaning by this? Did I miss something? A small “What” escaped my mouth and she answered “Well… the stewardess…you were asking why she wasn’t here to wake you.” “Oh…yeah…sorry I’m still sleepy and tired.” Yes! I know! It is a lame excuse but on the other hand I AM sleepy and tired!
“No problem…I am Ella by the way.” “Anna”, I told her and we shook hands. “You are not originally from the US, are you?” “No, actually English is not even my mother tongue. I am Austrian.”
Right when Ella started to answer the plane landed and we had to get off. I saw Ella once again at the baggage claim and she waves good bye. I wave back on my way out and start looking for my host family. There was a stuffy looking guy in grey trousers and a light blue shirt holding a sign with my name written on it. I walked to him introducing myself and we left the airport in a huge black SUV. It kind of reminded me of the cars veterinarians have in Austria.
We didn’t talk a lot on our way to my new “home” and I felt a bit embarrassed when we reached the housing area I knew from pictures. My host dad grabs my suitcase and leads me to the fourth house on the left side and there we go to the 2nd floor. Gerry- yeah he is called Gerry!! –opened the door on the very left which lead to an amazingly huge and well-lit apartment. Gerry goes straight to the second room on the right and placed my bags in there. He turns around and smiles at me saying “Well…that would be your room for the next year. I hope you like it. Oh…and my wife will be here in about two hours and the kids will come at 4 p.m.” “Ok thank you. That’s very nice.” With a small smile I turned around and entered “my” room.
I shut the door behind me and look up. HOLY SHIT!!! The room is amazing…on the opposite side were floor-length windows with blood red curtains framing them. On the left a queen sized black four-poster bed with bedclothes in the exact color as the curtains and a small nightstand beside.
In front of the bed is a big white fluffy carpet and on the right side is an ivory colored wardrobe with two huge full-body mirrors attached. Next to it a door leads to my own private bathroom! I always had to share one with my whole family and my room at home has only 12 m² so this for me is overwhelming. I go to the windows and notice there was something wrong with one. I pull the white net curtain and found there was a door leading to a small terrace. Out there was a small iron table with two chairs matching the balustrade.
The view is breathtaking although it is only over the cartilage with some trees and a small pool area but I love it also because I was afraid my window would lead to the streets and with that it would be impossible for me to sleep.

Notes

Sorry it´s just a filler...but I maybe update again this weekend :)

Please tell me what you think about this chappy (also constructive negative staff welcome) :D

love you all
Anna

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