Uncontrollable

Chapter 1

It's been 15 years since the 17-year-old Spanish boy has had a peaceful, easy life. When he was 2, Alejandro got put up for adoption after his parents couldn't look after him. So, for his benefit, they put him up for adoption. But was that a good idea? Well, since that day, nobody can count how many times he's moved to different houses, families and parents. Why? The only place he's ever wanted to go, is home. Or at least to his dream, Los Angeles. After watching a video on YouTube and seeing how beautiful the city is, it's been his dream since he was 12, when he was in his 15th home. Another 5 years later, of course, the number has increased drastically. Since leaving his real home, he's been nothing but purely uncontrollable. But...

9 am the morning after he left another home, he was laying under a bridge, all of his stuff next to him as he slept on the floor. Not the first time it's happened. Although he was supposed to go back to to an adoption centre, he never did. Waking him up was his phone vibrating, a groan quietly came from him as he picked it up, sighing quietly as he saw the battery percentage being on 4. Quickly, he called back the number.

He sat against the wall as somebody from an adoption centre was talking. Slowly, a smile started to appear on his face as they continued to talk.

But his battery died. Luckily, he knew the details of the next home he was going to. However, it was in a different country. But after hearing which country, and then the state, then the city, he didn't care. Alejandro never believed in dreams coming true, especially as his life continued the way it did, until now. His dream was coming true. They couldn't find anybody at all that would take him in, in Spain, so they had to expand the search and found one, in America, in California, in Los Angeles.

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After a long morning of getting his stuff packed properly, and then nearly a 13 hour long flight, he finally touched down at LAX.

He ever so slowly walked off the plane, taking in every moment. He couldn't think of another word to describe the 5 minutes he's been there other than breathtaking - and he hasn't even left the airport yet.

He got his stuff from the conveyor, before following a group of people, hoping they'd be going to the exit. Finally, he saw a lady holding a sign with his name on.

Standing holding the sign, was Alejandro's "new mom". He walked over, slowly. Standing in front of her, she smiled, "hello, you must be Alejandro?" Expecting him to be kind of slow at English, she was shocked. "Mhm, that's me. Can we go now?" He spoke very good English, however, having a strong but easily understandable, Spanish accent.

"Um... y-yeah, of course..." she spoke, turning around and walking to the exit, Alejandro following behind, dragging his suitcase behind. "So..." the nameless lady started, "what's it like living in Spain?" "Boring, I hate it." "Why is that?" "Mierda, ella es molesta. It's just boring." "Oh... well, I hope you enjoy yourself here," she said, smiling. "Solo callate." "What does that mean?" She looked back at him, curiosity in her face. "Just shut up." "O-oh..." Quietly, she turned around and continued to walk to her car as no words where exchanged between them, just the sound of awkward silence.

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Mierda, ella es molesta - shit, she's annoying
Solo callate - just shut up