My name is Wings, like a bird. And this is my story. My song, my melody and lyrics swirled together to form its own beauty. To understand me all and all, you need to know about my past. I am twenty one years old, and have never really lived anywhere less but the suburbs.
I was a quiet, shy and not out of the ordinary high school student. I did my school work, I helped out in classes, I did management of sports, I sang in the chorus never once adventuring out of the crowd. I was quiet and polite, I knew my place, I guess people could go as far as calling me "the quiet kid". My once current quote of, "why try so hard to fit in when your born to stand out" hadn't reached out and called to me yet.
I decided to write a blog, though I doubt anyone will read it.
Those who know me, would consider my story to a fairy-tale. Yes, like the ones people read in books. Now if you told me years ago that my life was to turn into what it is today I would have never believed you. Just as Cinderella would stare at you dumbfounded if you spoke to her about fairy godmothers and magic pumpkins.
I grew up in a quiet suburbs near one of the most powerful cities in the world. I had a mother and a father, one older brother. So far a very normal life, right? I didn't clean fireplaces or have an evil step mother that wanted to kill me. I was the opposite, I didn't no what chores where, I hadn't ever heard of a divorce and I knew nothing of the dangers of the world outside of my own world.
My fairy tale begins in my sixth year of elementary school, no, I didn't get held back, my school simply just had kids from grades kindergarten to sixth grade. I never found it odd at all, I rather enjoyed having a kinder-buddy and having a small lunch room, plus even though we were the oldest kids we still got outside time after lunch. Sure classes sucked, we still had P.E twice a week, music once a week, art class that came to us, the normal math, science, history and English. The only difference was math and science was taught by one teacher, while history and English was taught by another single teacher. In total I didn't have more then 4 teachers which not many sixth graders can say what with block scheduling and all.
Because of the lack of teachers, we only changed classes once a day besides if we went to music or p.e. Thats where all the trouble started...
You may wonder why I feel changing classes is troublesome, well your right its not. Its possibly the main reason for the way my life is today. You see, back then you left your books and notebooks in your desk. Ok, well two desks, one in your morning class and one in your afternoon class. The only downer is that you had to share this desk with someone else. And well though science tries to assure us that there are more women compared to men, let me say that wasnt the case in my school.
My class had an even amount of both boys and girls, goovey yeah? But god has a sense of humor, the other class was all boys, all but for one girl. Sure enough, she was my one and only best friend. I found the school`s office had played a cruel joke putting my one friend in a different class, but not just an class, a class of all boys. I guess in the long run it was a good thing we werent in class together, we would spy and report in.
Her desk in the morning was the fartherest back in the room, so when my first surprise of my fairy tale happened she had no way of knowing what my front and center desk would throw into motion. Thats where my young life changed forever..
