Going home

It's been two days since i woke up

I mostly slept the whole time but, while I was asleep I got some more memories of my current body.

Im now 15 and I'm 5,2 I know I'm short compared to my family

I have a Siberia husky named Bellezza which means beauty in Italian but I call her Ezza for short.

My current state and My old body have the same dance preferences at least.

classical ballet or classical pop

my nick name is letta and I have three older brothers

1. Matteo 17 light brown hair and dark blue eyes 6,2 really kind with a beautiful heart but only shows it to those who deserve to see. He loves me very much and is very protective

2. Luka 23 black hair and gray eyes 6,5 aloof, and ruthless to everyone except family just like daddy. Just as protective as Matteo

3. Lorenzo or Enzo for short 28 6,7 black hair and he has a grey eye and a blue eye just like me he very sweet and funny but also kinda a foodie but he's really serious when needed. Also obviously very protective

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They all are towards me there like a bunch of momma Bears sometimes

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My mother is 53 and 5,10

My father is 55 and 6,9

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Even though they still lol like there in there 30's 😭

We are also in the mafia it is called the blue banaeseas.

My parents full names are

Alessandro-Guillermo-lemarie

And

Marbella-rose-lemarie

Fun fact: Marbella means wondrous beauty

I can finally go home today Grazie dio( thank god) I say

I changed into a pair of grey tight fitted sweat pants and a white hoodie with white converse and pulled my hair into a bun I was raining and I didn't want to get a cold after just recently recovering from a coma I had to use a wheelchair because I still had trouble walking

As we were checking out, I herd to girls talking about me in French not thinking I understood them because I look Italiano I am however fluent in over 7 languages because I am required to learn them so I can help in the business if I want when I get older

What they said was

" la regarder Chercher de l'attention en essayant de donner l'impression qu'elle a des problèmes ( look at her seeking attention trying to make it look like she has problems)". then they both giggled " putain d'attention( attention whore)", they

whispered.

I snapped when they said that before my parents new what was happening I was speaking a whole different language they understood obviously they just didn't know why I was acting like that because they didn't hear what the girls said

I said "excusez-moi, vous ne devriez pas juger in livre par sa couverture merci ( excuse me you shouldn't judge a book by its cover thank you)".

But oh no no no that was not the end of it the girl on the left stoped as her cheeks turned red from embarrassment and shame but the girl to the right let her pride get the best of her "oh really what will you do about it" she said in French. My dad was holding on to the wheelchair and I could feel him shaking from anger I patted his hand for comfort and it kind of helped

I struggled to stand up and reached for my gun yes I said it right my gun and pointed it at her and said " you mean for offending a lemarie or for judging a book by its cover " I asked calmly in French she didn't look to baffled until I said my surname I guess she's had a gun pointed at her before not surprising it's just a shame they didn't pull the trigger

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I know you might be thinking where did the sweet girl from two seconds ago go.

Well I may be sweet but if your rude or disrespect me you'll get the same treatment I was raised not to take crap from anyone

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She started trembling and got pale she says " l-lemarie ... y-your Violeta-rose-lemarie I-I'm a huge fan"

"Apparently not if you can't even recognize me and even go as far to insult me after I just woke up from a two year coma " I retort

She gasps when I said the last part did people not know

She then kowtowed until her forehead-bled while repeatedly apologizing and crying I put the gun back in it's holder and dismissed her " you may leave" I said In a grim voice she the got up as fast as possible and ran with blood down her face

" are you alright princess" my father asks in a trembling voice still trying to contain himself

" si papà è solo stanco ( yes dad I'm just tired)". I respond before closing my eyes to rest last thing I remember before dosing off is being picked up and held by my father while my mom got in the car the feeling like someone was watching then I herd my father say

" buonanotte amore mio ( goodnight my love ". Then nothing I was lulled to sleep to the soft hum of the car and the smell of my father perfume