Life is but a Fiction...

1- Zachary

I finally knew who that man was. I think he saw that, a smile was all over his face.

"Finally", he said.

I smiled back.

At this moment, I didn't know yet how this man would change my life completely, and not in the way I would've imagined. Like the butterfly effect, he would guide me to my destiny, the best part of my life.

...

One week earlier...

I was sitting behind my desk, during the first period of the semester in college. I sighed. I didn't want to be here. I'm nineteen, recently moved to Los Angeles to pursue my dreams, everyone's here for that same reason, right? I applied to college in arts after making a deal with my father. My career's choice was to be a tattoo artist, let's just say he wanted me to keep studying in case that didn't work out, which I already know it will, I am determined to make it happen. But still, here I was, obeying to get my father's approval. If I got a degree, he would let me be. Anyway, these classes would at least help me improve my drawing techniques, so why not?

My parents' house was at a three hour drive from LA , so I had to rent an apartment, two bedrooms, which was cute for the price, but it would be kinda lonely. I wasn't used to living alone, it's a first. I considered sharing my space with a roommate, but I quickly changed my mind, I didn't want to deal with another human being who I don't know anything about, well, not for now at least. I got enough drama in my life right now, we'll get back to that later.

"Alissa Harrisson? "

"Yes." I replied.

The teacher wanted to put a face on the names he had on his student's list. While I tried to pay attention to what he was saying, my mind wandered off, as usual, I was a damn lunatic, and I started drawing on a piece of paper. It helped me stay focused, even if it sounds counterintuitive. I then looked around me to observe my colleagues for the semester. One specifically caught my attention, he was in his twenties, black hair, green eyes, lots of tattoos covering his arms. I tried to analyze them, I loved looking at other's tattoos, it always fascinated me, especially when they were well executed, and his sleeves were very nice and colorful. That student caught me examining him, well shit, I definitely seemed like a dork now. I simply continued drawing until the class was over.

I was now walking back to my car when someone talked to me.

"Hey! You!"

I turned to face the tattooed boy from earlier. His eyes were even more mesmerizing now that he was standing next to me.

"Hi" I blurted.

He handed me a piece of paper. It was my drawing.

"Oh , thanks, I must have dropped it."

"You are very talented", he said.

"Thank you. I'm Alissa "

"Zachary"

"Well, I gotta go Zachary, I guess I'll see you around?"

"Yes, Goodbye, Alissa", he repeated, smiling.

I got in my dad's car which he lended me since he retired. I went to a restaurant. I had yet to get groceries later on today. I also had to find a job, and get someone to accept me as an apprentice at a tattoo shop. Many things on my to do list, at least my portfolio was ready. I wanted to be a neo traditional tattoo artist that specializes in colors. And I was ready to learn.