Intro:
I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be sorry to leave New York City. Now, though, in too sunny and too hot Tampa, I realized how much I missed the big city. Granted, I hated New York City with a passion as hot as the weather down here, infact, it may even be hotter. Hustling, bustling and the mass amount of city noise was something I shied from before. Now it was the weather that never seemed to drop eighty degrees unless it was the winter; then it went below seventy-five, and that was cold around here apparently.
All I wanted to do those two weeks of packing, the seemingly never-ending flight down here and all the time unpacking was curse out karma, fate, destiny any anything else that put me in this situation. I couldn't blame my parents as far as I was concerned; it wasn't my dad's fault the law firm felt he was "more suitable in a much different area." I swear they just wanted to throw him in the bayou to the alligators after losing their biggest case of all time. It wasn't my dad's fault the guy he defended did all the bad things he did and then lied about them all too well. Then again, one could say the same about my father's gullible personality. Thank goodness for his ironic skills of persuasion. After all, someone had to convince me not to live on my own, even if I only am seventeen. At least my mom got lucky, being a doctor and all, and found the transition flow quite nicely.
I thought that it was bad enough, having to move down here because of some jerks in suits who were pissed off at some stupid little mistake a person made, but I was wrong to have thought before I leapt because there was one factor I didn't take in all this time: school.
Being born and raised in the most populated city in America, one would think I'd have great people skills if not from that than from my parents, each with a certain niche when it came to people. Those people who think that are dead wrong. That's not to say I'm one of those extremists who hate the world and everyone in it, I'm just not a social butterfly like my mom or a good talker like my dad. I'm just, quiet, laid back and go with the flow; otherwise to be known as totally and completely lacking of all social abilities.
Another thing just occurred to me that I didn't account for: within all this madness I might just find the one thing I could spend and eternity looking for.
I did find him.
