Do any of you believe that things happen by chance or by whims of fate? That perhaps in any life you've met that person and it has returned and you never suspected it? Think about it... perhaps that person know you more than what you know yourself... or something as well... Flint Lockwood was a young man of 16 years, with big dreams and ideals; which ones? Become the greatest inventor who never ever known the world, and to achieve the respect that it has sought since childhood. One day he was thinking of new ideas, making a few blueprints and doing research on genetics, for it... simply, it's always...
—God... can't believe that genetics would be as difficult as I was planning...
—Steve!
—But what the-
Behind him, there was a vervet monkey, making a great disaster with various materials, such as test tubes, flasks, etc. all empty but really close to break them.
—Steve, drop that now!
The monkey wasn't listening to his complains, forcing the inventor to pursue it by the whole lab, putting together a great disaster in the place, a few minutes later, he finally managed to catch the mischievous.
—Finally I catched you...
—Sad...
—Flint! —shouted someone —is all ok?
—Sure dad, just... nothing!
—Well, we'll go to the docks, you like it or not. I need help. But you will go without that monkey! I don't want that monkey rip the moustache to someone else!
Flint shuddered, remembering how Steve had ripped the mustache of his dad, when he was presenting the Monkey Thought Translator... so far had it recordered, never dared to delete it by... reasons, then continued:
—Do really I have to go?
—Yes so, I'll see you later, in 10 minutes skipper.
The young man frowned and sighed heavily with what came... the last thing he wanted to do was go to the docks to help his father. It was very... boring to his preference, but seeing him on the other hand, it would may be good to take some "fresh air" and think of something new before begin with genetics. Quickly sorting his things, and leaving some food to Steve, he went to the elevator, without before giving a look at a photo on one side of his bed, giving him some pain and sadness...
—Oh mom... you don't know how I need you... Perhaps you would have made me more closer to Dad... and I really would like someone like you... —a small tear fell down on his cheek, cleaning it, he shouted encouragement: —Steve! Take care of the laboratory!
—Steve!
And went down to his house, from there they went to the docks, Flint helped his father with the fishing rods, and an hour later was there sitting and fishing with his father...
—Flint... I wanna talk to you...
—What's wrong dad...?
—I would like you to leave the inventions and help me in the store with what I need...
—What? No!
—Why not?
—We had spoken so many times about this same topic! I like to invent, and is what I always do...! Please, and you know mom always believed it...
His father was surprised to hear the mention of his wife, and Flint felt sad to remember it, it had been almost nine years since his mother died in a fire, so far had failed to overcome the trauma he suffered... he was there when she died... A strange sound catched his attention, it was as if something was falling into the atmosphere with a great force breaking the sound wall, when he turned, a meteorite or somthing like that, was falling to the ground, the young man at first believed that it would fall in the forest, but after calculating the trajectory and speed that was coming, would land not far from the pier. Seconds later landed violently into the ocean, with father and son in the front row, while there were people arriving to the coast to watch, while the police had done their appearance, did not see is nothing, arousing the curiosity of the young Lockwood, and inadvertently has started to move forward, being held by his father.
—Where are going son?
—I wanna investigate
—Are you crazy? You will not go beyond, it is dangerous, we had to go.
Flint followed him for a few meters, when his father distracted for mere seconds, took advantage, and ran straight to the sea, being chased for him, but was too late because he jumped inside, worrying him so much...
Meanwhile, the young man should seek fast the meteor or satellite that has fallen, because the pressure make him lose air and really fast, so it was forward, his eyes looked something fuzzy far, when approached more was too surprised to see that it wasn't a rock or satellite; It was what looked like as a ten-year-old girl, more or less, her hair was floating behind her, surprisingly had first-degree burns, part of her clothing were destroyed or burned, her clothes were a navy blue t-shirt and pants, she was carrying a sword in her back, was kinda weird, and had a somewhat peculiar sneaker. Without hesitating for a second, grabbed the girl and took her to the coast.
Going back to the surface, Tim was looking very concerned to the sea, had already spent a while and his son still did not arrive, bubbles began to go out on the surface of the water, and with a huge breath of air, Flint appeared, carrying something kinda heavy, surprising so much, without hesitation, helped his son up to the girl, seeing that she was very injured with a few cuts, and other injuries, it could go worst thanks to the salty water of the sea, Tim was really confused, and asked him:
—Where did you found her?
—She was floating under the ocean, she has woulds all over her body incluiding a large cut on the side of her belly...
—Then we must carry her to the hospital before it get worst.
—Well, I was thinking to carry her to home, I know first aids and I think isn't nessesary a hospital, and you know how many times I ended like her. I promise I'll take care of whatever she does when she wakes up.
Tim took a very deep breath, and almost reluctantly he accepted carry her to their home, after a not so long healing terapy, they let her rest in Flint's old room. Something weird happened to Flint, by a reason, he felt he saw her in somewhere, in some point of his life; ignoring that really weird almost nonsensed fact, he just went back to his lab.
Life can be SO iffy sometimes, or whimsical, and the most part of the time: wrongful, but this time; it have a great surprise to Flint and she. And they never going to know what is
