And finally I can make Morelli read the first chapter of the new version! Thanks again to everyone for the compliments made in the post in which Morelli would recall the events of 2 to 3! It 'was a big job, but I'm happy playing it and even now they just seem. As you will see from the cover riomincio again with the first episode of the third generation since have changed "many things": P and that will tell you Marica, our heir! Now I leave to you then ... ENJOY!
A little PS: At the beginning you will see a few images taken with the second, because this chapter I had written it for a lifetime and then unfortunately the game has made me yet another whim, I formatted, cmq but I had no problems and then decided to continue with the 3 and then again I also converted the careers and hobbies Morelli of our loved ones! The only trick I used was for the home they live in, because there is not really in 7 people would have made a start without finances, but then I swear I did not use anything, partly because has been the major obstacle
^ ^ Oh and I wanted to say that the story you tell Marica came across in my dream, I told only a few of you on msn, and that within the update there will be a piece (which later I got the whole story) I've taken verbatim from the page of my blog as the title of this episode ... I thought that Marilyn was perfect for this role! : P
Ok, now I leave you Marica really anxious to talk about!
The last time, dear diary, I left you with a picture of my brother that he worked for two years. I am now 16 years while he has 14, but before we tell you what happened in these years, we again go back because there are things to tell you .... My little brother is so
Bellini, but also a lot of teasing. I thought I would find a friend with him to games, as Eva and Andrew, the sons of Noelle and Diego, are a bit 'older than me and now that they are teenagers prefer to go out and play with a girl who I am.
But Fabio does is to break all my toys. I will pass the "talking rabbit" because I like to learn to speak, and he is doing? I slammed to the ground as it does with the cushions of the cradle.
The step that the rabbit had once been the mother, who then gave it to me, and he slams the left and right and if he chews everything, needless was a biscuit.
But he also has his moments of sweetness. For example, I prefer it when they wake up, with all its sleepy air, and then still can not enter into his brain "to destroy toys Marica" and let yourself be pampered by me.
Dad comes home one evening with good news: he had been promoted to The Law "and his boss was so pleased and proud that he had made a proposal. Dad did not want to respond immediately, even if it lured him greatly, but said that before he would talk with mama.
Mom who knows already well understood that he was tense and anxious at the same time and did not understand what had happened, he thought something bad at work, as a cause gone bad.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;sit>> Dad told her to reassure her that he had no means bad news, indeed. He began to tell of his promotion, and mother to the wonder and joy she had brought a hand to her mouth and hugged him, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;there's>> and kept telling her that his boss he has become a real leader and that maybe the place that occupied by "lawyer" was getting too close to that needed to bring his ideas, innovations, causes in a place "higher" like entering politics.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;but love is fantastic! >> But Dad said it was not yet finished here. His study was recently associated with the town hall of Sunset Valley, a town far from Glen Falls and want to send him there, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;how long? >> Mother had asked, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;... forever. what about love if ... if we move and begin a new life! >>. Mom got up from the couch, walked back and forth and shook his head, Dad looked at her and waited. He knew that he needed to think, was asking her something too big: leave his hometown, the house where they had just moved, his shop had always wanted, her friends, everything .... At that moment the mother said "no" was not yet ready to drop everything so .... He had passed through adolescence to work to realize his dreams and now was caressing them and was having success, she could not .... did not want to! Dad did not utter a word and did not try to dissuade her, she knows what her mother had passed and went to bed, obviously spending a sleepless night, each with their own thoughts.
The morning was Sunday, Mom got up early to prepare breakfast and shortly after I joined her in the kitchen. He looked away and shining eyes.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;there mommy? >> I asked him hugging my stuffed bunny. She looked at me, and went stooping,
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;you'd if we transfer to a new city? >> I opened my eyes to a new city!
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Siiiii! Where Mommy? >> I asked again if I would like, pointing out that we would not be back here, at least for so long and that I would see my friends, Eva and Andrew. On this point, I never worried, as I said they are already teenagers and then I really had rare opportunities to meet from school and then I had made many friends, so I would not have lost nothing, but we'd only won maybe learn new buddies in city where we went, and the idea made me happy. Fabio was useless to ask, he would not even remember this house. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;But we will leave here Oliver, the journey is too long and would suffer>> here, this was something that saddened me, but my mother had sworn that we found ourselves a suitable family to him and not until we went there we saw Oliver happy.
At that moment my father, who had heard it all before putting down the wall, went up to mom, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Are you sure? Have you thought right? I do not want to completely give up your dreams! >> Stroked mother's cheek and a tear fell. It was better to leave them alone and went to play with Oliver, but in the meantime I heard them, I've always been a curious child.
" my dreams I've already created by Luke; are Laureta with honors, I reached the pinnacle of my career, the shop is at level 10 and I received the prize" the best " I married you and you gave me two wonderful children .... I can be satisfied, indeed! "at this point the father hug and sossurrò" I love you ", but Mom had not pretended, " long as we are with my parents, now I am retired and would be happy to get away! "Dad could not say no after the great gift that his wife was doing. Unfortunately, my paternal grandparents had already flown into the sky for a while '.
When Mom broke the news to his grandfather and grandmother Marco Morena, were no longer in the skin to leave. Within a week, Dad had called the school and warned that his daughter would be placed there, we have found a home for Mia, and Oliver Niki together, so as not to divide them, Mom had packed my bags emptied beliefs and cabinets, we can only reach the new home. And here it is, American-style yellow pitted. As you arrive by taxi we were so happy, excited, all embracing everyone.
And here I am a bit 'anxious to begin this new adventure, but happy with the choice of my parents. It is a beautiful city with the sea, the mountains, a large square out of the taxi and I saw what will be my new school. Oh I forgot, of course I have the diary with me,
But see my relatives as they have adapted to this new life!
Grandpa finally retired, can devote all his time to take care of her beloved garden as a time to collect new species of insects and you're already aware of what is to the delight of her grandmother, and having nostalgia for the sea, diving, and the wonders he had seen, was also given fishing! He is
: able to kiss , love the outdoors, loves the family , incurable romantic and has the green thumb !
Grandma instead continued with his passion to write books that are fairy tale or adventure and maybe even receive merit here, and still more his passion for painting! She like
always is: distracted, clumsy , brilliant, artistic sorceress and computer !
Dad that morning he headed to the town hall to get to know new colleagues and see how things work here. He is
: able to kiss , bookworm, loves his family , charismatic, friendly !
I wonder why dad has this expression?
because he has already noticed how the people here are, so to speak, "combative" and in fact is attending his first event, although he did not understand what they fight, "astronauts"? Meanwhile
was already taken, although it must still carry a charge of "child" how to clean the podium, it is still satisfied.
Mom, well she is the one who gave up their own things above all ... in fact found here is very difficult to have a license to open a shop, but do not hit, even began to write tales involving fairies and some more of her could do it!
You are: good , emotional, ingenious , artistic and ambitious !
This is my bedroom, and I find it beautiful. He is my refuge, the place where I can do what I want, above all "dream" ... the best thing is that the night can be granted. But we'll tell you later.
The first morning in the new house was a mess. Except that I woke up and at first I was scared because I was on a different bed, the room was different, and only after she rubbed her eyes and saw my suitcase next to the wall, I remembered.
Fabio had begun to cry requiring attention.
I heard my grandparents who had occupied the bathroom and my father asked him to go out and with Fabio mother screaming in her arms, screaming to go downstairs because we have two bathrooms, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;but I can never go down , then go back up and go back down again? >> Oh yes, we're not used to the two-storey houses: P
restore order, we went down for breakfast that my mother and grandmother in the meantime had prepared. I had made a beautiful purple dress and I was ready with the folder on the back for my first day of school.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I recommend the tiny boys at this age are very naughty .... But you have to go with the skirt? >> This is my grandfather who has not lost its failure to protect women at home, so it's worse than when she told me Mom. Instead
dad recommended me first to listen to everything the teacher told me not to talk and as I always did. Greeted everyone, I rush to take the yellow bus, it never changes: P
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I love too! >> "Dad said put Fabio in the high chair that automatically starts crying, and kissing her mother.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;but you have to cry huh? >> I
the bus I felt very agitated. After the happiness of the "new" here is the fear of pleasure, I have classified the "newbie" and who knows how else, everything depended on how I should behave, it is important! Ok, no gossip, no distrattezze, I just had to be attentive to the teacher and nothing else.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Are you new? >> I asked the driver with a very sweet face, \u0026lt;
Forget it! Arrived at school, I stopped at around turning around, I did not know where to go. Here's what I had to ask dad: my class. Luckily there was a janitor, and seeing me helped me disoriented and asked the first name and last name and then taken to the classroom, with a clear delay and I was angry with myself for not having asked for help before. The teacher said very nicely is the new pupil, laggard, I present " Marica Morelli " very embarrassed and said a hello. Burst into a hearty laugh in the classroom that made me become tiny " here is my first fool, in a long line " I thought my mind was I sat down next to a girl. Since then, the boys called me "the dreamer Marica " and only after he realized what he was referring, but unfortunately my character is not so cheerful, so here you are but I like to laugh a bit 'closed and shy in this situation, and I tend to, for example. never get out of class to recreation because I have no friends to achieve in other classes and I always sit in the yard to draw what I turn your head and think about your eyes open. In the end I thought I had made a really bad nickname, but the "dreamer " I liked it so much, as they had to understand that the thing that made me happy was dreaming? I thanked them inside me, and since that day I have to say that all more or less kept me company, wanted to know more about me and all played in the yard. I, I knew I was opening and I was really lovely people.
The nice thing was that now I even invited to their house or had the pleasure of coming to study at my house! The first
colleagues with whom I made friends they often are: Maurizio and Daniela and only after I realized that Daniel had a Cottarelli for him and when he came home we'd happily gossip!
things move along peacefully at home: my grandparents grew their own interests, and grandfather was burglarizing the library includes books on gardening and fish, while mom does not appear to regret the choice, is happy to stay at home with us and concentrate on our education and the fact that with me was not so much this because of the work shop and now does not want to miss anything with Fabio.
When I return from school, the first thing I did was run from Fabio to play with him and tell my family what I had done during the morning. All sitting on the couch I listened enraptured and happy.
With Grandma then our relationship has been wonderful, and the evening before going to bed I do I always read a story out on the veranda surrounded by the sound of crickets, the trailer of the pond, by the lights of fireflies that make ' perfect atmosphere. You should hear it when the law is as if I was carrying with her voice in that world, and I listen kidnapped dreaming that one day it may happen to me like the princesses ...
Meanwhile, my brother who had already learned to use the potty, and talk even if not expressed himself perfectly, but some came out all its little words that made their own sweet, and everyone was there to celebrate every word he said. Now Mom was trying to learn to walk because it was becoming a little man in a few days and would have been in years.
happened Sunday when a beautiful day, all together we went to central park and the mother prepared picnic basket full of sandwiches for lunch.
I acchiaparella fun to play with her grandmother, was fun to run with her, and often it was me who got tired first and end the game.
Dad and Grandpa were given instead to fishing by the race and eventually won in a draw: each took home five different species of fish though.
Mom instead took advantage of the open air to take the first steps in that enchanted Fabio looked around forever.
Once he had learned to walk, he went around the house, oblivious to the frightened mother trying, as the cunning had also learned to get out cradle.
I could not wait to grow up. I thought I was already in how many games we have done together since there is only three years and I could not wait. But then growing has become worse.
Before I show you a picture (and there already seems to have some kind of tease for me in Serbian):
In fact, I repeat: he can not play with toys. Destroys them! And so he did with my barbie house on which I spent the days playing inventing stories of love between Barbie and Ken. Do you think that little has often tried to "decapitate" the head of Ken with a bite ... but now likes to find a thousand ways to "torture" and then putting them on display there waiting for me notassi his "masterpieces".
Fortunately, the time has flown and I "saved" my toys praying mother to lock my bedroom. And when he became just fourteen, as I told them I was 16, to my surprise I am not doing any more out of spite, or rather never moved away from me. The task does not make them unless I'm there next.
On Saturday night I'll stay forever home, because here is a school I had made friendships, but friendships end up there, so I'm only schools, but rather that Fabio has a more lively and has already opened a bunch of friends to quit. Often they go to the Old Pier, the beach and there they eat, drink and dance, bringing in turn the stereo. I always asked why I did not go with him, and even my make me want, but I always declined to be out of trouble. But one evening, seeing that we advise that they do not like seeing me more at home, I accepted.
There was a small group of boys and girls, but did not really care. In the distance was walking alone across a girl with red hair and was wondering if I reached the group of my brother.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Actually, I just arrived with my parents, we just moved and I wanted to see the sea as there was in my city! >> I found a girl "new" to talk to and who understood how I felt I was a few years ago. She has my brother's age, 14 but a girl looks really mature and intelligent. It's called
Emy Donato and lives not far from me, just go at the bottom of the driveway and there's his house. These are his parents Nicholas and Mary.
I would have liked to be friends, but I only give my help since Monday began its first day of school and told her that anything could pay me a call to spend time together. Then I said goodbye to rush home to fix cases.
But another who was fascinated by this family, and precisely by Emy, is he, my brother Fabio, who saw her talking to me. He just could not stand that little girls and their silly games all females and pink hearts, there he is that was literally salivating for that girl running around with a little heart and eyes I wanted to know who he was, whether it was committed .... All things that even I knew it!
On Monday he came to school all happy and excited, "she was just in its class." And with that face he wakes up and outspoken .... To make poor: with a straight face that I spoke with Emy envy one day and invited her to go out Saturday night with us. She accepted heart or perhaps could not wait that were addressing the boy, maybe she had seen dancing on the beach with Fabio his friends.
In fact from that Saturday is not only my brother began to get out there forever, but also gave his first kiss, and she is now my best friend!
And me? Well it's time to talk to me. I do not know if you understand, but they are a ' incurable romantic and dream prince charming. I'm basically in love with love. Remember the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany ? Well, but I'm one of those girls who secretly buy a cappuccino and croissant and arriving at the shop for wedding dresses, we observing I have breakfast the windows and dying to try one day one of those wonderful clothes.
My ideal guy has to be: possibly with dark blue eyes, a beautiful smile, but above all that we can listen, I hold your hand when we walk, I open the door and the doors of the premises, it makes me feel special and being aware of when I change her hairstyle and what color are my eyes. I dream that on the first date he took me here to eat: the Bistrot, this French restaurant looking and romantic with candles on the tables as their illuminated only by dim light.
course there were the boys. The first was him Igor . A year older than me really inspired me with confidence on his face serious and that was one of the first in his class. Too bad that he preferred to spend more time with his nose stuck on the books with me. And after a month we went out together, not only has never tried to kiss me, but when I asked " what color are my eyes ?", He replied " but questions are now I finish the chapter, I'll tell you after . Ok, I know it's a stupid question, but for me is when they can answer this question than really "my tests," because it means that he is not missed nothing about me and especially the eyes watching every second when he is with me. By Igor then ended exact moment.
The others who came after them but not even I quote, were frivolous, with a clear idea in his head ... and just did not care much imagine the color of my eyes. Needless to say, my grandfather one day I was going to really be wearing that old suit of mother to go around, because I said " even your mom out with all those guys "
XDD I want to grow old only a day with man of my life like my grandparents,
Try an intense love like mine,
Or find a love so absurd, but that the "true love " as Noelle and Diego, remember ?. And in fact I would go with
daccordissimo Noelle, every time I went to see Eve at home, I often stopped to talk with her and I did tell the story of my and especially his. She found a love to chat, and remember that convinced mom to bury the father with pride by calling a gypsy ... sentimental. It is very strong! And the great thing: believe in love. Then
Kevin came into my life : This beautiful dark, clear eyes, even if a bit 'and loaded with character. He plays in a rock band and occasionally performed during school assemblies. He was the one to cross in the corridors at school and ask me out.
To him I gave my first kiss.
is a type that we can do, is passionate and possessive. At first I liked it when I said "hey baby you're my ," imagined as a kind of statement made in his own way.
fact, for him I did things I never thought possible: I came out of hiding at one at night to see him, only that it is not seeing dad grandfather in bed they called police, firemen brought me back home. Imagine how I felt and Dad yelled at me a lot, but the thing that I was sorry to see the disappointment in his eyes. Did not expect from someone like me, so quiet and "naive."
And it all fell apart when I discovered that the child was not just me, but Kevin had on hand and other 3, well I have not considered the most beautiful and special to be with him and break the rules.
today at the age of 18 years, I announce that I have absolutely stopped believing in love. I know that he is somewhere in the world, behind the corner ... or maybe I just have to find the right angle: P
Meanwhile, work as a secretary in the office of my father to earn money but also to keep the study: I am doing Meanwhile, the University of Medicine and the hospital following a course of Sunset Valley. At the studio, I can not just complain: I have time even to browse the site for brides to see the new collection, and when the the head, Daddy, there's too much I enjoy playing a video game: The Sims 3, where you can create characters and make them do what they want. Oh yes I was a child since Fabio broke my Barbie house, you finally did it is seen that the only torture bored him, I discovered almost my "virtual barbie" and I can continue to make up stories with Barbie and Ken, though I have created growing I married my husband and we're going to have a child: P
With Emy then we are always around, always when Fabio leaves me a bit '. We enjoy going to the cinema to see the movie love the beach and relax, even at night surrounded by a starry sky to talk about our future and his dream, like mine, maybe get married with Fabio. One afternoon while I was helping in any study I asked
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;what do you expect the man of your dreams? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;that is "different" ...>> I just answered as if he understood and she nodded and smiled at me, maybe she thought that Fabio!
Then I do a period of strange dreams:
One night I dreamed I was in a clearing all green and do not remember why I was there. Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me. I must say a beautiful boy. I'm getting near and held out his hand shows " hello, my name is Eric Divine" and it was truly divine!! *___* Then suddenly changing scenario and find ourselves on the beach. Always taking my hand and leads me to shore I whisper " I wish I could take away with me one day . I woke up with a strange feeling on him, with a strong desire to be able to close your eyes and dream again. It all seemed so real ....
Ah dreams. I have always enchanted and fascinated, so when I wake up and I feel I have not dreamed of anything or can not remember the dream, I am saddened. It 's like if you miss a part of me. In my dreams are not only simple associations of images and memories stored in our brains that are mixed every night, an unspoken desire of my innermost self, a statement of my soul to you to let you see what they might not admit it ... a form of release my tensions, aspirations and desires, that in real life I tend to disregard and repression of the unconscious and then puts me in the form of images to let me know ..... but I think what they say some cultures, that is, could be memories of past lives that unconsciously back and this would explain the dream of faces or circumstances unknown to us ... and then they are a curious person so that every time something strange dream I'm just trying to figure out the meaning of what he wanted me to understand and most of the time it is.
think I dreamed of a perfect stranger in the face and memory features, it's really a strange thing as "outsiders" when they always have that dream mist like "censorship." Not here. He is sharp and he wants me, wants to take with him. Since then I dreamed of not more .... except the other night. But it was as if we met again for the first time, with presentations and the rest. But I remembered it. It was really him. And this time the dream ends that he and I we kissed.
A kiss soft and sweet, but troubled as if he had wanted for some time ... I'm holding him protectively as if to keep me safe. On awakening I did not think "this that mean? "but more simply: there is really a guy who might have made my own dream? I saw very well in a dream and maybe I look the crowd ...... is it possible? can such a thing happen? Two unknown people, who dream and that in life you seek? And maybe the guy really exist of our dreams ..... Certainly it is a romantic thing to think about and of course the classic is something that only in movies or novels can happen ..... but it is good, and it makes me feel good! I know that dreams do not ever really find out what they mean, but I give my love to my interpretation, and very often the film seems to really live ... Here, however, compared to books or films is different .... because I choose which book to choose and what kind adventure or live .... in dreams but I have no choice but to drag me helpless and wait to see what will happen and most of the time ....... I like the dreams are a constant surprise they do not get bored and if you do not ever find out what they really mean it does not matter ..... the important thing for me continue to dream!
decides to talk one evening in front of a pizza, Fabio and Emy are now officially engaged, but they obviously do not give weight to my words and my questions. They are only dreams = not reality.
But then thinking about it good dreams began when I met a new colleague at Dad's where I work. A man very charming and polite, even if it seems difficult to approach, always immersed in work and travel constantly.
And I must say that I would not mind at all if he was my man. I try every once in office to give him a compliment in a discreet way, on his new tie, I try to find him his coffee black and without sugar macchiato on the desk before it goes and if I did once accidentally end up on its own new shirt is a detail. I'm sure I have not noticed, and that are also very cold. In fact, every time I asked a few out of my job obligations I always say 'thank you' unleashing his smile and making me a wink.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;other uses that interest you>> Emy always tells me when I tell him in our times of lunch at the Bistrot. But I do not imagine straight and still at his side.
But when the night itself, Emy has been sleeping at home,
I dream of him again: Eric with a bouquet of red roses in her hands and kneeling he says "I swear that one day I'll find you and we can really be together "
are no longer able to sleep and laid on that couch, I kept daydreaming ...
not only in the morning I was all happy and excited, but also with a theory that I thought best not to say Emy not always take me around: I think, as Freud said, dreams often we "censor" does not make us come to the trauma if they are too strong for their contents or otherwise does not really help us understand their interpretation. Here is my opinion that Eric is my colleague in the dream that I want and then just maybe that means I'm right, that one day he is going to state!
The day it began so well, and with this serenity Emy reach out of the hospital because she had to see the doctor because she had cut, fortunately only a scratch and some question whether the would manage. And while I'm out to speak with Emy course I will do in the morning, my eye goes to the flower shop on the corner and just him, my colleague was going out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand and smiling at me with ' wink, greets me and walks away. Oh my god .... I do not say that the flowers are for me?
'm all revved up and say to Emy reach inside to cure the scratch, but I saw this guy who was walking all over instead preoccupied with a ticket in your hands .... Inevitably there is a clash, and the books I had in my hands fall to the ground.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;but you want to be careful? >> I said, angry now, but I knew that the fault is my head in the clouds as usual, and tried to collect all the books on the floor without bothering to look,
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I care? But if you looked on another planet?! >> Replied with a smile, but rude, he also takes a fool of me instead of the gentleman and take even his fault!
But wait a moment ... .. I remain as stupid to fix it.
can not be him ... .. I look at it more and more continue to do shook his head and it seems that he has suddenly become more serious and looked at me ...
But where are they now: between dreams and reality??
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