Rukia had awoken from her slumber, the time was surely 5 am in the morning. Getting up at the same time everyday, mainly because she had to. On the frame of her bed was a picture of her cousin, whenever she woke up she would see her face smiling at her. It was just a week ago when the enemy Russians had taken her out from this home and the truth of this matter was that her cousin was now dead or a slave wishing she was dead. So Rukia most defiantly felt sorrow and worry for her. Moving up from her bed now, she looked around her room. It was a small room, but with a massive closet. She rubbed her eyes and sighed, trying to wake up a bit. Her foot crawled out of bed and touched her wooden floor, making the crackling noise any old floors made as she raised her body upwards. First thing she wanted to do was shower, she felt so dirty today. So she got up and had her regular morning showers, and straight afterwards she got dressed up. Dresses where common to wear still, but some people just had shirt and pants. For her, she adored all of her dresses. They where different from the fashionable ones that people wear on the street. So she slipped one her favourite
dress, moving to the mirror she just twirled around and smiled, yes she really loved this dress. It was breakfast time, and she had a wooden stove. That is where she cooked her Halibut fish and white rice, with an add of tomato sauce. Her own personal interest. She had a small wooden table that matched her small kitchen, setting down on her chair she carried on to enjoying her meals.
This was her life, she admired the simple things. It was all she really had nowadays. She was also a collage student, she studied hard in her books of medicine and fashion. The medicine was because she was in a war zone, never know when that is needed and the fashion was her biggest passion. After her breakfast she had studied her text books by her fireplace in the living room-her kitchen and living room where basically the same room. Her house was very small, it was all she could afford right now. Next thing she did was leave her simple house and went out into the streets of Italy. Heading in the direction of her collage, she had class every Sunday and Friday and Monday.. Everything else was her work time at the shop. Class went as usual, in the medicine was mostly guys. They despised girls being doctors, of course she wasn’t the only girl in this class, It was a competition between grades. Rukia kept her head down and just did her work and took the test. Nothing exciting happened in her life, just unneeded drama dealing with the war.
Collage was over the time was 11 am., and she took her sweet time getting home. She had her books in one hand and her purse in the other. She could see people having worry in there eyes and no one talked that much. This war was effecting everyone, and no one knew when the next step could be there last with the bombing. The city was the center of a large portion of the war, it never made sense to her. During her thinking, something else had caught her attention. She raised her head and sniffled, a bakery shop she smelt. She had followed this scent all the way to the shop and entered it. She knew what she wanted, those delicious breadsticks with sauce. Being unable to speak, she found herself standing there like an idiot, pointing to what she wanted but the man at the till felt awkward. She struggled a lot with telling people what she wanted, she shifted onto her left foot and chewed on her lip. Feeling a little embarrassed, she was a shy and this was hard being unable to speak a word to him. Eventually she was more determined to get this man to understand her, by doing several different hand singles in trying to tell him she couldn’t talk. which appeared to just get this man angry then help him. “Ma’am, if you don’t tell me what you want then I am afraid you have to leave.” He warned this girl, which made her just lower her head, staring at those breadsticks that appeared to not gonna be in her possession anytime soon. She needed a penciled and paper to talk to him properly but she didn‘t have them either. It was hopeless, so she turned around and just started to leave the bakery shop. Stepping outside she could hear a bullet being shot, followed by screams of the citizens running around. The bullet had just flew right past her and hit a pot of flowers, the soil just landed all over her head and she ducked down and shielded her head. What was going on? She didn’t know and her body was just frozen in this position.
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