ONE: The First Day
Today is the beginning of a new life. Well, who knows how long we truly have to live? I know this, but I try not to think about it that way. I try to think of life in a positive light and not a negative one. Given a name like mine, you kind of have to live with a positive mind frame.
My name is Kalura--It's a combination of my parents names, Kaleb with a K, and Laura--but I have other people in my family with unique names. With a name like Kalura Wise, you often get asked, "What kind of name is Kalura?"
There really is not much more to the name. Just a name combination, although I do tell others my parents were big fans of Kahlua. That usually gets a laugh out of others when I tell that story. I'm hoping that by the end of the day, I'll have a nickname.
I've been homeschooled for quite sometime now, and decided while I was home bound, to make myself a list of things I would like to accomplish in my life. One of them--besides earning a cute nickname--is to go to my senior year of high school.
I want to do the things that seniors do like go to homecoming, and prom. I want to tryout for teams, and just basically get the experience of what high school life is like. I want to be able to accomplish everything on my list, and not have any regrets about it. I had to get a physical before school started; I know I am ready for this. The one thing I need to do right now is get out of bed.
I get out of bed, and put on my sweats. I have to go out for a jog before school starts. Today, I will be jogging slowly. Some days I can jog fast and other days require me to jog slower. In any case, any form of exercise is good for me. For one thing, it puts me in a better mood so I can tolerate my day better. For another, it helps me to stay focused. I am really nervous about today.
Other than the fact it will be my first day at school in a very long time, I have a feeling I might do alright there. If push comes to shove, I suppose I could reach out to my cousin of whom I haven't talked with in a few weeks now. Though I've been native to this place all seventeen years of my life, I know I'll basically be a complete stranger in this prestigious private school my parents have me attending.
Uniforms are not required, and why should they be when parents invest thousands of dollars to a school to give their kids nothing but the best?
This school also happens to have prerequisite courses for college before even attending an actual college I might add. But I'd rather not focus on that right now.
There is a cool breeze I happen to be enjoying, which usually happens after a few days of rain fall here in Florida.
This mostly happens during the fall and winter season around here. We have no such luck during the summer months when hurricane season is at its strongest.
Unfortunately, it is so windy, you could possibly mistake this place for Brooklyn right now, or so that's what my grandma would say. I've left Florida before, but I was very little the last time I've done so. It is a very windy day for late August. It's so windy, my baseball cap blows right off my head, causing me to stop dead in my tracks, just as the music on my iPod is playing a great song.
The Dancing Days song is playing in my ears right now. Yes I listen to all kinds of music; mostly oldies and classic rock. I was practically brought up on it. I still listen to modern rock and pop music. I have a very diverse taste when it comes to music. I pull the earbuds out of my ears so I can concentrate on finding my hat.
I look around for it, but see no one around. No one around but my bodyguard, that is. My parents--who are never home--said I can go back to school on the stipulation I have a bodyguard around no matter what. I begged for Smith, my bodyguard, to keep his distance just for today, which is why he's on the opposite side of the street from me. I need at least my first day to seem somewhat normal. Although nothing is normal about getting your hat blown off in the Florida wind.
I decide to turn around to go home, and that's when I see my hat. My hat happens to be surrounded by a pair of hands holding onto it. I look up to see a very tall boy holding my hat. For a few moments, I couldn't look away.
His face looks so angelic; that is all I can seem to describe about him. It's hard to get a good look because it's still dark outside, but I would never forget an angelic face like that. I give myself a mental shake and look back at my hat.
I didn't even see him. I didn't even see anyone while I was jogging. I look up at him wondering where he came from.
10/13/14 by ©Diana Jillian
