My Beloved Mate

New Shoes takes you to New Places

As the car keeps moving forward away from the airport that we just got out from. I stared out my window on the passenger seat side with my father driving a rental truck. The music blasted in my ears from my cellphone, I took a deep breath thinking what life would be in this new place that we are moving in. Though I don't really believe in New shoes takes you to New places. But somehow right now I think I do. I just bought this new vans shoes and all of a sudden, my dad said that we are moving. I can't really protest to it since I am a minor and pretty much the adults got to say on a lot of things.

Let me introduce myself my name is Catarina Drif. I am 18 years old and currently moving to Wimberly Texas from Chicago. My hair is black that goes all the way to my hips. My eyes are greyish green I think I got it from my mother, dad got blue eyes. I stand 5'6 and I love my tan colored skin just like my dad. I got no plump not thin but just right lips and a cute nose. I'm not really buff but I got toned muscles.

I only got my dad, well my mom is kind of out of the picture and honestly, I don't really know what happened to her. I sometimes asked my dad about her, but he can't really give me more information. Why? you might ask? well my dad is an ex-military. He was constantly on a job and sometimes being stationed to faraway places. He said when he met mom, they hit it off right away. But because of duty he needs to be far away from her most of the time. When I was born my dad did his best to stay in one place. But one day my mom just left with no letter or whatsoever. She left me in the military day care. Because of this my father was forced to leave his station and took care of me. Which he said was the best for he could see me grow up. I was 3 at that time, from then on, we never talked about my mother at all. I guess it is still a mystery why she left just like that.

My father now is retired on his military duties for he wanted to be there for me, be the mother and the father. I felt really sad for my dad, for he sacrificed himself for me. He is now going to work as a policeman in this new place that we are moving in.

My dad and I have this love and hate relationship, you see... since I was 3 years old. He started to train me. Like we are in a freaking military, it all started with a few jabs here and a few upper cuts there. And before you know it, it's already a daily routine. I was trained from open hand combat to how to handle a weapon. I was enrolled to Brazilian jiujitsu, wrestling, combat kali. He constantly says that I need to learn how to protect myself for he will not always be there to protect me, and I guess because we live in Chicago at that time. The highest crime rate state I guess in all America.

I am fast and could easily bring down my opponent. But I rarely show my abilities, I am more a loner and kept to myself. I don't have many friends back home. I love painting, drawing and photography. I easily get lost in my world when I'm so focus my hobbies.

I usually paint myself as a vampire sucking a wolf blood, call me weirdo but I kind of like it. I hang it on my bedroom wall. Sometimes I paint a big black wolf with his electrifying blue eyes that will suck your soul into it. But most of the time I take pictures of nature, open fields, bird's animals.