Winning You

One

All my life, I never really understood what my purpose in life is. I supposed no one really does, but I wanted to discover what lay ahead of me sooner than later.

"Amara," I heard my Grams yell from downstairs.
I quickly got up out of bed and dashed down, making sure to snatch the vase she asked me to retrieve. Although I was now 24 and a grown adult, my grandmother still scared me no matter how sweet she was.
I was currently back in town helping her for her preserve showcase that she did every year. The town I grew up in was small and people supported everyone. Everyone would come by and chat with Grams, no doubt buying something before they left to show support. It was always like that.
Grams and Grandad raised me since I was a baby since my mom died from a freak accident on a plane. Weirdly enough, apparently she was on her way to tell my dad about me when the accident happened and the secret of who my father was died with her. It was sad to think about what happened and I knew it still bothered my grandparents but I never really got to know my mom so I never knew the extent of the loss. Sure it sucked not having a mom, but my grandparents did the best they could by me and made sure I wanted for nothing. We weren't rich by any means, but we did love each  other and they taught me valuable lessons while growing up. Grandad passed 4 years ago and it been Grams and me ever since. I would have stayed in town with Grams forever if she hadn't encouraged me to spread my wings and pursue my love for mechanics. It was a little odd I supposed that I would find that as my passion in life, but my Grandad accidentally made me fall in love with it when he sat me down one afternoon and asked if I wanted to watch a Grand Prix with him. Ever since I was hooked and I was pursuing a career in mechanics, inching towards the end goal of working with a F1 team.
Another thing you should note about me is that I'm basically a carbon copy of my mother. Everyone says its eerie and they'd think I was my mom herself it weren't for the difference in eye color. I mean I do get it. From the pictures I've seen, we do look very similar, identical even. From the pitch black hair to the willowy shape of our bodies, it was downright copy and paste material. My eyes though were a bit on the freakier side. My mom had the biggest brown eyes, whereas I had these almost translucent colored eyes. But wait, it doesn't stop there. My eye is a clear, pale blue. And yes, you heard that right. My eye. You see, the other is a hazel green color. Safe to say, but people do not like me staring at them. I don't even like staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes are kind of unnerving. I feel as though I can say this in good faith that had I been a ghost, I would have been a scary one, just because of my eyes. I mean my grandparents say it's beautiful and unique but they're also something that doesn't allow me to blend in the background like I like to. I graduated last year with a degree in mechanical engineering and I'd say I'm on the fast track to achieving my dreams after working through college and earning a spot on an Indianapolis 500 wining team. Two weeks from now, I'm about to have an interview to intern as a mechanic on the Mercedes team when they came by Austin for the United States Gran Prix. I was excited to see what the future had in store for me. I just knew it was going to be a thrill of a lifetime.
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AN: Got a new story cooking guys. I outgrew Owned but I still want to finish it. Just take this journey with me while I enjoy working through writer's block. Enjoy!