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joana isabel silva	Posted: Sep 8 2008, 09:20 PM Quote
( and heaven cut her wings ) Group: visitor .a Posts: 17 Member No.: 3 Joined: 7-September 08	we know more than you think, so call us freaks 'cause that's just the way we roll ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ which normal girl would sit in a room on a youth hostel in the middle of paris with a book on the bed in front of her, carefully reading every single word printed on the white page of the book � a collection of romantic novels � and not having any plans what so ever to actually make her way down town? i�ll tell you who � joana isabel silva. okay, maybe the brunette didn�t actually qualify as normal girl, but the principle is still the same. there she was, eighteen years and all possibilities in the world, in paris, having a million different things to chose from when it came to activities around the town, yet she chose to read a book which she had already read twice before?! abnormal would be the understatement of the year, joana was more of a crazy lunatic with nothing but dust and sawdust shoved into her head to keep it from hanging down on her shoulder. well, when it came to more� obvious stuff she was like that. she was book-smart, no doubt about it, and she was always the girl that would tutor her classmates when the teacher was busy with putting an �F� on all of the exams papers but when it came to things like this, being in paris and all of that shit, she was more than often clueless. sure, she loved paris so far � it was beautiful and let�s not even get started with the buildings � can you say wow?! however she didn�t exactly get the fuss about seeing every single historical monument that the crowded city had to offer, although she did plan to see the eiffle tower later on, and she was more than satisfied on the bed she was sitting, finishing the last chapter of the second novel the book had to offer, smiling delightfully to the end of the novel; it was by far her favourite one in the book and she even wrote a book report about it back in tenth grade. so yes, that basically proved that joana was everything but normal, but who cared anyway? it would be a bore fest if everyone went around in the same clothes, with the same interests and the exact same thoughts and opinions, wouldn�t it? joana gently closed the book, folding the corner of the page that was the beginning of the third novel and placed it on her bedside table, where it accompanied an alarm clock (she didn�t really trust the hostess of the hostel that gave wake up calls to anyone who requested it), a small cough drop bag (okay, so she didn�t exactly need them, but a guy had them on sale in a kiosk she passed by on her way from the train in which she had arrived in paris with to the hostel) and of course the mandatory cell phone � probably her most beloved possession of all times � it was basically her only way to contact home. okay, that totally sounded like something taken from the et movie which she had never been able to watch seeing as aliens scared the crap out of her. then again, why should they make her feel anything else? they had tiny bodies � she had always thought that their bodies had a resemblance to model bodies � and enormous heads with skew, black eyes that radiated evil. a knock on the door woke her up from her daydreams about aliens and she shook her head, fixating her eyes on the door. �entrez� she shouted loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear her clear and then simply waited for the door to open. the old wooden door screeched as it was opened and joana smiled towards the lady standing in the gap between the half opened door and the wall. �ze lunch is being served �ight now� she informed and returned the smile. �okay, give me a minutes to� euhm, freshen up and i�ll be there.� that wasn�t really an answer one would expect from joana; she usually didn�t give a rats ass about her appearance when making her way to a more crowded space where people would obviously watch her and judge how she looked. but when in france, you know?! and besides, she had seen a couple of cute guys plodding around in the corridors of the hostel and she didn�t want to risk them seeing her without her looking the best she could. in her pre-teens � around age thirteen and fourteen � joana had been revolting against her strict childhood and she became� well, not exactly a whore, but close to it. she lost her virginity to someone she never saw again at the age of thirteen, and she kept on fooling around with different guys until she turned sixteen when she finally decided to change her habits and how she lived her life. ever since she had distanced herself from guys (okay, maybe not entirely � she did flirt with some of them but she wasn�t the biggest slut around anymore) and anything of a sexual nature was a big no-no in her book, she even told people she was still a virgin to hide her past, which was � in her opinion � shameful. before she knew it, the lady had left the room, closing the door after her and joana quickly made her way up from the bed to the mirror in the women bathroom that was provided in the room she had at the hostel. she shared it with three others; one girl from sweden and an older couple from switzerland. they were decent enough people but she was glad to have her privacy now when they had left for a sight seeing around paris. standing in front of the mirror she studied the reflection staring back at her and she decided that a little foundation to cover up a break out on her cheek and a red lipstick was enough to bring her current appearance from a four to a ten on a one-to-ten scale. a few minutes later she had applied the make up and fixed her hair with a bit of hair mousse and a lot of hair spray (joana loved hair spray and it was one of the best inventions in the world according to her) as well as changed her clothes from casual black dress to a pair of black denim jeans and a printed tee shirt. to call joana a fashionista or anything remotely close to it couldn�t be further away from the truth, however her sense of style was okay and she often got tons of questions about where she bought her tee shirt. her answer? she made it herself. her mother, who used to be a designer before she settled for helping joana�s father and his company, had introduced the technique to her and it was actually really fun. not only did you become more creative, you also had one of a kind tee shirts, how awesome was that?! in joana�s opinion it was very awesome seeing as she liked to be different. walking out of the room and closing the door behind her, she made her way down to the main building of the hostel where a bunch of other people had already started a queue outside the dining hall. they always served different types of french food, not escargot though � thank God. snails can�t be that good, now can they? and even if joana was a picky eater she did actually enjoy the food she was served at the hostel even though they could easily cut back on the cheese every now and then. placing herself last in the queue she sighed and let her eyes glance around the room. the entire hostel was in true eighteen century style and it was almost like being thrown into an old book of jane austen. the walls were decorated with flower wall papers with gold features and the furniture looked like taken from an antique shop, and let�s not even get started about the chandeliers. it was real crystals � or at least very well made fake ones � and the entire style was just so� flamboyant, so different from anything joana had ever experienced before. hello, you were talking about a girl who had her entire room furnished with stuff from ikea, no wonder that it was different from what she was used to. the gigantic doors to the dining hall opened up and the crowd rushed to the buffet that had been set up in the middle of the hall. joana didn�t rush though, she had other plans before she could eat and those plans included one person only � alessandra elena di vello � or allie as joana liked to call her. she was one of joana's closest friends ever, even though they lived in different parts of europe and quite frankly barely spoke the same language. their mothers knew each other - God knows how - in some weird way, and every vacation they went on they used to spend together. then, neither of them had any plans to go to college, so they had decided to go to paris together and well, here they were. joana took a quick glance around the big hall and found allie talking to another waitress a couple of feet from the buffet and she started to walk in her direction. placing her hands in front of allies eyes, she laughed and said, �guess who?! �
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