I looked into my bed room for one last time. I couldn't help but blame myself for not accepting the fact I'd have 2 leave eventually. My life wasn't my own, and had never been, since I was born. I was to always protect another. Part of my journey was to find them, and guard them for reasons never explained to me.
'Maya?' my step-mother called. She had always had a haunted look in her eyes. Not her fault. She didn't kno what my uncle was when she fell in love w/ him. And none of us saw the accident coming….
'Maya the plane is coming. We've got 2 be on our way.' Her thick Irish accent was empty of emotion.
'Sorry mum.' I slowly walked 2 the kitchen. Always so dark, so empty… I remembered Christmases, long ago w/ the whole family. It was hard 2 believe it'd ever happened.
I looked over the sea as the plane flew threw the air. I could feel the emotions and power of the sea rising and falling. My element was water. Home was here.
Pain in my arse, what they are. Indeed, lets send her to freakin Ipswich, o that'll be lovely. "Indeed, send her to Ipswich, where shell be safe from harm."
What my step-mum didn't realize was I was born and raised to fight harm…harm would be a welcome challenger. What challenge I didn't want 2 face was the idea of a prep school. I was 5'4'', with brown hair w/ platinum blue streaks in the front. Unfortunate, the streaks came of their own accord. No dye. Not really that far in the 'miracle' category, considering my family history. I had a lean, athletic build, muscle & bone but I didn't look anorexic. I honestly have tried 2 put on weight, running every day doesn't help w/ that though. Lastly, my eyes look like two dark sapphires.
'You've your grandmother's eyes, me little Maya. Two dark pools of water, never exposing their depths. Not even the sunniest of days could break such deep lakes. But ur li'l smile throws fire into those pools, and they turn warm with welcome.' Said papa. A 5yr old me smiled up his face w/ pride. I wanted daddy to be pleased w/ me. I wanted 2 impress him.
Slowly I awoke to find the plain landing. My stomach yelled its protests, but I managed to emerge alive & w/o a heart attack. Now, it was a matter of walkin thru the airport w/o tripping or getting lost. This is a task that is not easy for me to accomplish. Flat suitable surfaces do not seem to ease the challenge of my feet not running into one another.
With a sigh, I was off to Ipswich.