The meaning of destiny

Chapter 3. The first step into a new world + some words on my part

Hello, guys! I am not used to talk with people that much, but I want to thank you all for giving my story a chance.

I have a long way to go when it comes to my writing, so if you are still here, I would love to hear your opinions about my writing style. (It's the first story I have started to write and I am not a native English speaker).

Thank you very much! Now, let's get back to the story! <3

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My distorted look was reflected through the big mirror my parents brought me. It's so hard, if not impossible to see how you truly look like, right? The only thing that prevents us from being fed by this little curiosity is the mirror itself, which shows a distorted truth...or rather, I would say, a white lie. How about our true selves? We use a social mask every single day to hide the things we are most insecure about, just like my mirror. Perhaps we are so accustomed to wear it, that we forget who we truly are.

I had that experience.

While looking at myself, I had to choose the first clothes I was going to wear for school. For the past three months, my parents had taken me to English classes, trying their best to hide my foreign accent, even my own identity, by acting more British.

I couldn't understand why they were insisting on not talking about my own origins at all, plus, I didn't like London that much. The buildings were beautiful, but the smell was stingy. It was crowded and everyone was living in their own bubble. I must admit, saying "Hello" to everyone, it's easy when you live in the countryside.

And yet, here I am, wearing my new, strange-looking uniform, in front of my school. The so-called "Wembley Primary School" was the building I had to visit for 4 years. I wasn't excited at all, but rather pissed. My parents were holding my hand. I could see through their faces they were totally worried about me, but one single thing calmed them down: the presence of my new companion, Liri, a family friend.

The pink ribbon in her hair, alongside her uniform and her personality, just showed the attitude of a spoiled child. I admit the fact that I didn't like her at all from the very beginning, but it was far better than being all alone.
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Liri: Are you sure you want to enter the classroom like that? She said with a disgusted face.

Adora: Yes, why not?

Liri: If you want to be my friend, you have to dress like me, got that?

Adora: Uhmmm...ok? I said looking upset at the floor, in an obedient way.

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After we found a seat for ourselves our teacher entered the room. She was a beautiful young woman, always with a big smile on her face. Her name was Miss Anderson.

Everyone came to her with a big bouquet. As I came closer to her, I tripped over the rug, and a big domino effect took place. Almost everyone fell on the floor, except Liri and some other kids.
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Liri: IT'S ADORA'S FAULT, SHE PUSHED HIM FROM BEHIND!!!
She said while pointing her finger at me.

Adora: ...but...I didn't... I said while trying to translate my thoughts into words.

???: You heard that? Let's stay away from her.

Miss Anderson: I am sure it's just a misunderstanding, kids. She fell over the carpet. Now, let's take care of these flowers...
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Oh, great, what a good beginning, now I totally hate this place.
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???: Hey, are you alright? a girl asked.

Adora: ...Why are you talking with me? Don't you hate me?

Amy: No, I know it was just an accident. My name is Amy, would you like to be friends?

Adora: Sure!
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After that day, we were inseparable, but I recognize that I didn't act like myself around her...around anyone. She was very different than me. I was scared, scared of being alone, so I tried my best to be like her.

I didn't realize back then that she would become the key to my destiny my mother talked about.

It all began on a fated day, when she encouraged me to come and play a role in a theatre production our school was making.
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