Maria
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Post by Maria on Aug 20, 2008 16:04:31 GMT -5
Maria walked into the room she had had to herself for the past two years. It was a pleasant, airy room; she'd gotten permission last year to redo the walls in her favorite shade of blue. There were two twin beds against either wall, and a dresser apiece for the beds.
She carelessly tossed her suitcase onto one bed. She had opted to leave most of her stuff here for the summer, so she only had the one bag. Well, that and her backpack.
Her backpack followed the duffel onto the bed as she kicked off her boots. "Durable; waterproof; the ideal hiking boot" the ads had said. Maria had blown half her savings on them; ridiculous considering all of the bruises they gave her, but still a good buy. She had spent her summer backpacking through Austria and Switzerland. One might ask why she hadn't gone home to Toledo, but to her Martilia was much more her home than Spain. That, and she doubted that people would let her back into the city.
She threw herself down on the room's other twin bed at the thought, willing the tears out of her eyes. She managed to choke back a sob. She shouldn't be thinking about them. She was home.
"I'm home, I'm home, I'm home!" she whispered. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, and stood up. Crossing to the dresser, she pulled out a change of clothes, which she quickly donned. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. Life could move on again.
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