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My name is Luna Victoría Enothla and I work at a local bookshop in London. I’m just like every other girl. I’m an average 18 years old girl, with long blonde hair and sky blue eyes. I don’t really have a female build. They teased me because of that in high school. I have no hips at all and I have a ‘strange’ face. Maybe because I dream a lot… My hair is usually in a pony tail because then my hair isn’t in the way while I work. <-- Dit is een nederlandse uitdrukking, maar volgens mij geen engelse. Hier zou ik van maken: Dan valt mijn haar niet in mijn gezicht als ik aan het werk ben. En "while I'm working." I’m quite social and I have my friends. I still live with my parents in an apartment, not far away from my work. I want to move out when I meet the guy I want to marry with, to find a home with him. And maybe get a family in older age.
To get back on my parents… They are strange. They are not my biologic family. Yes, that’s right, I am adopted. This bothered me in my puberty. But they are nice, though. But it’s almost like they hide something for me. And I don’t know what. I tried to talk about it a few times, but usually they change the subject.
I also have a best friend for so long I can remember. Her name is Maria and she lives next door. She knows almost everything about me and we do everything together. Her mother is the owner of the bookstore I work at. Maria is going to take over the place in a couple of months. The bookstore has been in the family for more then hundred years back. I find that quite impressive.
Hier ga je gelijk van het ene onderwerp naar het andere. Zo wordt het heel statisch: Eerst heb je het over dit (de boekwinkel) en dan over dat (de speciale gave). Ik zou geleidelijk aan naar het volgende onderwerp gaan.
Sometimes I have the idea I see things other people don’t see. One time I saw this crying little girl, but no one but me saw her. I got professional help because of that. But it didn’t help, so I just stopped returning for help.
I was busy finding my biologic parents for quite a while. I wanted to know why they abandoned me. It’s not that I’m not thankful for my adopted parents… But I do like to know something about my real parents. I wonder if that is understandable. The only thing my adopted parents released of my real parents, is that I still have the same last name. Enothla. I already knew that… The last name of my adopted parents is Simpson. I tried a lot of times to find people with my last name. There shouldn’t be a lot of people around with it. But every time I tried, the computer said; “Last name not found.” Does it have something to do with the fact my parents don’t want to say anything about it? Are they dead? Murdered? I don’t know. I wish I did… Then I at least knew what happened to them.