AN: sorry if this is awkward its my first story. I would like for everyone to tell me what they think and what I can improve on. And I am telling you right now updates will be sporadic at best.

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I sat on a window sill looking out of the window on the second floor of my families house. My family was a wealthy one and you could see it throughout the house. The furniture was made out of the best and most expensive materials, the rooms all had different themes, every room was stocked with everything that it should have and in some cases more.
As I sat on the window sill I thought of something I had overheard a child asking its mother. The child had said, "Mommy who is your role model?" I don't know why but the question had bothered me ever since i had heard it four days ago.
If you were to ask me who my role model was I would most likely say that I couldn't tell you. Not because I don't have one, but because I have more than one. "How many do you have?" One might ask and the answer to that is simple. I don't know.
Though I have to say that my greatest role models are the Greek gods and goddesses. They have many strengths, as well as many weaknesses. They are meant to be the greatest and mightiest of beings yet they might as well be human with all their flaws. And I don't mean that as an insult, no matter how much it sounds like one.
They deal with things that we could never dream of happening to us yet we can compare it to things that have already happened. So many would say that the lines between gods and mortals are so far apart that we could never dream of even coming close, and yet... I often find myself wondering, no dreaming could it... Is it possible that they, the ancient ones, could be accepting of me, a mortal, as brother, son, uncle, cousin, or even father?
What was I thinking? Of course they wouldn't accept me a lowly mortal and poor excuse of a man. I am frail and feminine with my wavy knee-length pitch black hair, soft and warm eyes that changed to match what I felt, slim build with slightly wide hips, petite hands and feet, and don't forget a love for kimonos. That is most likely why I'm often mistaken for a female now that I think about it... Well that or a cross dresser.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and forced my self to remain on task. 'Any minute now...'