Freedom means different things to different people. My perspective on the meaning of freedom has changed over the past few years. For me, freedom means being an independent adult. Talia Romano finally turns 18, like ever adult she just wants a vacat...
Talia always wondered what it's like to live a normal life, to be free and do what you want, go where you want. She just wants to fit in and be like everyone else.
When she was a child she made a promise to herself to move out at the age of eighteen. As time passed Talia grew strong and beautiful, her mind always wondered what people outside these walls do and how they go on about there lives.
After Talia's eighteenth birthday she begged and fought with her parents to let her spend the summer at the cabin near her father's vineyard. Talia's parents caved in and allowed her 6 weeks. Talia agreed with excitement.
Her father insisted she take a guard with her, but of course she refused. She packed her belongings and headed her way.
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Talia was close to the vineyard, she just loved the aroma it brings, she had to stop for a while and absorb all the beautiful scents around her. It was impossible to stop. Eventually she had to move on for it was getting darker. Talia was finally living the dream, at least for a while.
She noticed someone on the ground by the cabin. "Is he dead?!" Talia said.
As she moved closer she realized blood around him so she hurried. She got off her horse and kneeled to help him.
Talia asked him if he is ok. He glared at her and said " yeah of course, shall we have some wine and maybe dance".
Talia couldn't help but laugh at his rude remark.
"What's your name?" Talia asked. "
I'm guessing you have never helped someone before, ever." he replied.
" Fine, let's just try and help you up" said Talia.
She struggled trying to get him on her horse. She hurried to the cabin and helped him down. She gathered some pillows and blankets to make his bed, and offered him some water. Talia went out to get water from the back of the cabin.
When she came back she noticed he was asleep. She quietly set the water near his bed. She couldn't help but stare at him, she thought about how he got into her parents vineyard and how he got injured.
I wonder what his name is or his age or maybe even where his from. Oh no what will my father think if he ever where to find out. He finally trusts me to be alone.
Talia gasped, she remembered he was hurt and bleeding. She hurried to the first aid kit and sat beside him, she searched for all his injures.
The first one she cleaned was on his head, she carefully wrapped it. He had two more injuries on his left arm and his ankle was also swollen.
She noticed his shirt was bleed on the side near his rib. She lifted his shirt and started to blush, for it was the first time she has ever been this close to a guy.
She gently cleaned his injury, it was a deep cut and took a while to stop bleeding, she put a few bandages on hoping it helps.
Talia went to sit on her favorite armchair by the fireplace. She read a book while she waits for him to wake up.
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** The writing structure sucks in the beginning but near the end I separate the dioluge and make it less cunky... It was hard to go back and change the ones i already wrote...
