Uga… like All the Others E-Book

Facinti Martina

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 55

Beschreibung

Uga starts middle school, where she knows a lot of nice people like her friends Valeria, Giulia and Olga. She also has to face off against Sara, the classic show-off girl who never fails to make hateful jokes. Between “heroic” deeds and funny transgressions, the story becomes more complicated with the arrival of a mysterious epidemic. Uga and her classmates must turn upside down their habits: no more sports (a blessing for Uga!), no more friends nor hobbies. This is a book to make a journey through a particular year and to understand that Uga is not like the others, but she is so much more. She is funny and genuine, but also special. Like, after all, everyone.

Leseprobe

Martina Facinti

Uga... like all the others

© 2021 Casa Editrice Il Filo di Arianna, La Spezia

Translated by Manuel Martignano

Series

Children's fiction

This is a work of fiction. Names and characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

I just want to thank all those who are part of my daily life,

from which I was inspired to create Uga's world.

The biggest thank is for you,

who are reading this book,

because you helped Uga get off these pages.

I hope you can think about her sometimes,

maybe when you've just screwed up like she does!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 1

ABOUT ME

Hi, my name is Giorgia, I'm eleven years old and I go to school, the daily torture that involves EVERY one my age EVERY day... you might say, but no, I'm special, I'm the very rich daughter of my millionaire daddy.

I'm a tall, slim, fair-haired girl, with blue eyes and a delicate nose. Simply b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l!

I live in a very large villa; every morning I have a nice hydromassage, for breakfast I eat genuine food and then I go to school with my driver Goffredo.

Everyone at school knows and greets me, I'm smart and I do well. I'm very kind, sweet and nice.

Other qualities? My greatest wish is world peace... but currently I’m getting ready for Miss Italia, a competition in which I’ll participate in a few years.

I'm a rhythmic gymnastics athlete and I won a lot of medals!

OF COURSE I'm joking!

I tell you the truth.

My name is Uga and I hate it, there are many names in the world but they chose this one!

It's true that I'm 11, but I don't live in a giant and beautiful villa. However, in case you want to visit me, my house is the white building after the pastry shop, 4th floor, without elevator.

I go to school too, but it's a huge mess for me! Teachers are like hounds to me. If you raise your head off the bench, they read your mind and understand WHAT you want to do, WHEN, HOW and WHY you want to do it.

I'm quite imaginative, but not in a very positive sense: a look at the PE teacher is enough to start thinking that he’s a medieval torturer who kept going forward in time doing massacres by means of push-ups and skips.

As for my physical appearance... I'm not fat... I just grew up the wrong way...

In ‘compensation’, I'm not so short, I'm satisfied of my 1m 52cm height.

I've got three friends, together we form the ‘fantastic four’ and we are inseparable!

I'm outgoing, nice and funny with them, while I'm shy with the others... but if someone provokes me, I always say what I think, without ever pondering twice. And to those who tease me I respond with a joke whom I think about in the evening while taking a shower, if I don't manage to tell it on the spot.

I love reading but I have a pair of gigantic and often fogged glasses, which make the task more difficult.

I love animals: I have a dog called Polpetta, which has a lot of fun devouring my shoes and eating my clothes.

But my favorite animal is the iguana.

I wish I had hundreds and hundreds of them, a farm of iguanas!

Unfortunately, my mom hates them the way I hate eating vegetables.

As a sport I go swimming, but only because I'm obliged and not because I like it.

Basically, swimming for me is: freezing to death in the locker room; kicking (accidentally) in the face the girl who swims behind me and slapping the leg of the one in front; risking a drowning; drinking pool water; starting in a lane to magically end up in the return one and hearing my trainer screaming to me to keep the feet pointed while doing breaststroke.

In short, this is me, the real Uga with good sides and bad sides, and if someone doesn't like me, it's not my problem!

I hope you liked me, otherwise... you got it?

CHAPTER 2

THE FIRST PANICKED DAY OF SCHOOL

Today is my first day of school. Reading ‘LORELLI UGA – 1D’ on my notebooks upsets me.

New classmates, new school, new teachers.

Everything new.

And the moment I cross the entrance gate, my sweet little head gets full of paranoia, illusions, doubts, questions, perplexities.

Who knows if my classmates will be nice?

Whether my teachers will be evil monsters or good fairies?

Am I going to get lost?

And if I got into the wrong classroom, everybody would laugh at me and I’d become the laughingstock of the school… and if… but… who knows…

A voice in my head tells me to stay calm, another one is negative instead… they fight all the time...

Calm, paranoia, calm, paranoia, calm, paranoia keep happening with a fast-paced rhythm that drags me into a tornado of thoughts, emotions, fears and… “CALM!!!” I shout in the middle of the schoolyard.

Someone turns to me, thankfully there’s so much noise that few noticed it… but since I’m too proud to make an embarrassed smile and to admit that I had a nervous breakdown, I chuckle halfway between astonished and shocked, and I look around pretending to visualize who shouted.

I don't think I fooled them.

Anyway, here I am. I finally reached the lobby.

There’s, like, 400 boys and girls all over each other, jumping like grasshoppers. Then I glimpse through the crowd some teachers I didn’t notice before since they were covered by third-year students. They have placards in their hands. I adjust my glasses better and I’m finally able to understand that those placards are used to guide first-year students to their classrooms.

Later I find mine: it’s held by a smiling woman in her late 40s with black hair and dark eyes. She's not very tall but she seems kind.

I set off, trying not to look too small among all those giants.