Maybe, I wanted more

One

The day I was born was a very complicated day. I wish I knew exactly how it went but then again my brain doesn't even remember the meal I had this morning. The stories I was told always had me on the edge of my seat. According to my family, there was a new version of what happened every year.

My mother used to tell me how my father and uncle Tommy used to fight over her in the hospital room. And it got so bad that Both of them didn't even know who the father would be. My aunt on my mother's side would always say that it still could be a possibility that my uncle Tommy is my actual father. I mean we look alike, and act alike. But I most likely only look like him because he and my father are twins and my aunt tells me that to torment my mother.

Or at least she used to do that. Now, unless my aunt goes to the cemetery, I doubt they'd be having not a single word exchanged. But besides that, the stories of the day I was born were always fun to hear. They were so out of this world and crazy that I believed in it every time, no matter if I knew deep down these stories didn't make much sense.

But that isn't the point of this whole thing. The point is that I loved hearing those stories so much that I based my life on them. I based what I wanted to be when I grew older upon them and I based what I wanted my love life to look like as I grew older and found myself. The stories of my father and mother's love life.

Some may say I had it all figured out. The only problem was if I wanted to pursue this kind of career I couldn't continue to live the life I was living now.

And I was determined. So when my Uber driver dropped me off in front of the academy I instantly smiled. Sure, I should have been sad about having to leave my little sister back in my hometown as well as my friends and favorite cousins but I had a bigger responsibility here and I knew what I needed to have done.

With the sound of the car departing behind me, I sighed and the smile grew even bigger with my hands clutching onto my bags and suitcase. Looking back at me was a huge banner that read: Leonardo Sinclair Arts Academy.

From the reviews and stories I heard from it really scared me seeing as it was a tough school to get into but with my brains and the help from the STEM program, I was able to secure a spot with ease. The only problem now was actually staying and graduating with ease. I didn't know how that was going to be but I was surely hoping everything was going to be okay.

Just as I started to walk into the direction of the entry, I spotted a couple of kids in the outside seating areas. There were about 3 tables there and a bike parking station. Sitting at the first table was some redhead next to a brown haired boy. They seemed to be in a very humorous conversation the way I could hear her laughter from where I stood.

Next to that table sat another pair. One was a boy with blonde hair although his hair was awfully short and I couldn't see much from where I stood but there was a girl standing directly in front of him. She had long braided down hair. It was weird because I didn't see much of that back in the country. Not that she looked weird, it was just something about the girl that was different from what I normally saw.

And maybe I was staring for too long but I nearly dropped one of my bags out of my hands when I saw the boy glance over my shoulder and in my direction. He held shades over his eyes and then a few seconds after that he pushed them down from his nose as if to get a better look at me. My eyes widened and I straightened up myself.

I turned around to continue my way into the school but not before stealing a quick glance back at the two and there was the girl staring at me as well. They both broke out into laughter before turning back to face each other. I hummed before rushing into the school. I wasn't easily embarrassed most times but that was fairly made the most embarrassing moment in my life. But from what I read online, the school is big. I was sure I wasn't going to be seeing much of them around lately anyway.