Far from Home.
My name is Milo Cassius Morales youngest of three, I was adopted by a wealthy family of Business owners. I don't really know why they chose me or who left me at the front doorsteps of that adoption center in Keystone, but It really doesn't matter because I was part of a family, well according to some websites the most diverse wealthy family.
We live in a massive luxury apartment in the heart of Empire City where the most things occur. Like the time there was the filming of Dog Copter, and the time a gem with water wings flew by my window. Life in the city is great. My parents own businesses in and out of the city and so does my other step siblings. Soon I will be successful as them, but I'm still learning.
The strangest part about me is that I can recall things from the past. I see castles over valleys, this weird Diamond shaped symbol flag flapping in the wind, and this shadowy giant that lurks in the river of the valley below. It's probably nothing, but It could be a possible link to my lost family? This trait is the main reason my family is so well known since any evidence of my ability are not blatantly displayed my mom is an artist and makes it her job to paint half of my face to look like I'm straight outta a sci-fi flick. Don't know how this helps, it takes hours to apply but people believe it and it's scary because basically, the entire world is a judge, lying would be an instant death sentence. Anyway, that's life for me in the city.
Today was another day in the big city. I wake up to the sun shining through my big window with a view of the city. I get out of the bed in my night clothes and stumble around the massive brick designed room towards the bathroom, I looked into my golden oval mirror and look at my long sullen dark face, probably from playing competitive video games hours straight. I say a little chant to the mirror in a raspy wicked tone.
"Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the cutest of them all?"
"It's definitely not you," says the small pre-recorded speaker.
"Cheap mirror on the wall, you failed me for the last Time," I say, before turning it off.
After I was finished in the bathroom I got dressed in some fancy name brand jeans, a white sweater with the red letters EMPC, and a pair of new red hi-tops. Before leaving my room I grab my limited edition Wacky Sack cookie cat backpack and a few mobile devices and head downstairs.
As I walked down I could hear my dad and his co-workers playing pool in the room under the stairs still dressed in his black suit yelling and talking about the Eiffel Tower the open kitchen by the window was mom cooking breakfast in her blue apron. I throw my bags by the door and sit at the mahogany table. Mom walks over and places a plate of french toast with a side of syrup, she says.
"Good morning son, you look nice today anything special?" she asked sweetly
"You know what day it is?" I asked
"The end of the school year, right?" she says, meaning she and dad actually forgot It was my adoption day. Well it's no surprise to me since most of the time they're busy, but somehow they always manage to remember the day I was adopted, so it was strange to not even mention it. Maybe because I was getting older, you know once you reach a certain age you're supposed to mature, but still being adopted is a big part of me I can't forget, but I brush it off anyway.
"Yeah mom", "How do you always know?" I asked curiously
"I have known you for sixteen years, It's my job to know," she says.
After breakfast, I helped mom clean the kitchen. After cleaning we spent a good four hours applying face paint to half of my face, during that time we went to my task."Could you hold still, the faster I get done the faster you can leave"
"Sorry Can't help it"
"Well you have too because this is the last time I'm going to see you," she says. We both stop
"Your father and I will be out of town over break, and we can't leave you here not after what happened in Charm City," "I just want to cherish this moment with my son, before he heads out into the business world is that too much to ask for?"
"No, but could you tell me what dad was planning on sending me to?" I asked with a trace of sadness. Not only did they forget my adoption day, but they're leaving out of town and sending me some place during the break, I wonder how this could get any better.
"We were planning on sending you to a place in Delmarva, it's where your sister works, she owns a business that sells electronics and relics," "she's going to need extra help with closing since she's going to Ocean town over the break with some friends. Mom explains in great detail. After applying the paint, I grab my blue jacket and my bags and my parents walk me out of the crowded lobby full of fans and reporters I wave smiling at the cameras like it was second nature to me
"Sorry I forgot we called the media," says dad sounding surprised. As we near the door. "Be safe and have fun," he says.
As my parents walk me outside to the waiting limousine. I give mom and dad one last hug before entering. I close the door myself and watch as my parents walk back inside the apartment. Dad said that he already told the driver the destination, and prepaid for the trip. As the Limo pulls off I could see banners being dropped from the roofs of buildings that said
"Happy Adoption Day! Milo See You Soon". As The limo left the city I watched the city skyline shrink in the distance. Delmarva is far from home, but I know that I'll be fine so I guess I could rest for several hours and not have any strange outlandish dreams.