Hey,
It's Isabel here!
Last time I posted I told y'all about the day that I moved in to our new apartment, in a different country.
After we finally arrived at our new home we were all exhausted, but mom says that "you can never be too tired to do something until after it's done - or else it will never get done!". Something like that...
We didn't really have any food left from the airplane ride and the few sandwiches Max' wife had made us were gone within seconds.
Well, so after some short rest mom decided to go grocery shopping.
She did have to wait until the next day, though, since all stores were closed by now. None of us needed anything more to eat anyways, since we were all asleep just as fast as we had eaten those sandwiches.
So the next morning we had no breakfast and mom was heading to the grocery store.
She asked Harper if she wanted to come along but you can probably guess her answer. There would most likely not be any cute boys at the grocery store looking for some fresh salad or lactose-free butter, so it was not worth it by her means.
I, however, decided to tag along. No idea why - grocery shopping really isn't that much fun. You can't even sing "Thrift Shop" while doing it, cause the lyrics won't match ("I'm so pumped; got some cheese from the corner store!").
I quickly grabbed my bag and slid my iPod in it. Ready to go!
The store was just two blocks away, which I guess is great if I'm ever hungry for some more mayo!
I skip-jumped my way forward and mom was far behind as I tried to push the entrance door inwards. It however opened up by itself, straight in to my face!
I must admit, I push doors that say "pull" even if the sign is in English.
My nose hurt a little and right infront of me was now this man who just stared at me.
"Uhm... sorry!" I said hiding my nose with my hand, feeling a few drops drip down on my curved palm...
His English wasn't great but I think he tried to ask me if I was ok, and I nodded and backed up to let him pass me by.
By then my mom had caught up with me and she also asked me if I was ok.
I put my hand down to answer her but didn't get to say a word because down came the niagara falls of nose blood.
My mom quickly got a tissue from her bag and handed it to me.
"Wait here, I'll see if they have some paper inside!" She said and walked inside the store.
I was left sitting on the edge of the sidewalk with a bloody nose. In fact it wasn't just my nose that was bloody, the lower half of my face was too, as was my shirt and my shoes.
I did however know that I was supposed to plug my nose with my fingers for about 10 minutes, and hopefully that would help stop the nose bleed. So that's what I did. It must've looked odd - me sitting there at the side of the street, drowned in blood, holding my plugged nose up in the air and breathing like a fish on land cause I hate breathing with my mouth.
Through the window of the store I could see how my mom talked to the cashier and how she handed her some paper towels.
My mom came back outside and told me to stay where I was until my nose had stopped raining bleeding.
It would have been fun if Harper had actually came along and there had been a cute guy... And I would have scared him away with my nose-blood-sea! Mwohahaha!
Once I finally let go of my nose and the bleeding had actually stopped, mom came back outside with a large fabric bag in hand, stuffed with groceries.
"Do you really think we need that much food?" I asked her.
"Well," She said. "Based on how much you guys ate yesterday, I'm not even sure this is going to last until dinner!"
It is true though, my dad could eat a whole bear if he hasn't had breakfast that day!
As we turned around the corner to our block I cheerfully jumped up the stairs and opened up the door singing some Frozen song lyrics (you probably know which one I'm talking about).
I kept singing as I helped mom set the table ("Who knew we owned a thousand salad plaaaaaaates?").
"For the first time in forever; we have cereal, we have milk!"
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"And I know it's totally crazy, to dream I'd be a princess... But for the first time in forever... nothing's in my waaaay!", I finished it all off with, as I brutally carefully pushed Harper to the side and flew in to my room. I'm Cinderella, you know? And we all know who the mean stepsister is, right?
As I laid there on my bed I did think some about my friends in Washington D.C. ...
I missed them, but they would probably love to hear that I'm an undercover princess that has fought against nose-blooders! And I'd tell them all about it on Skype later that night...
Which reminded me, I still needed to get my shirt cleaned up and my shoes too... But, hey, that's what it takes to be an undercover warrior princess!
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Next time I thought I'd talk some about school... Hmm... Well, we'll see!
Bye for now,
- Isabel
