It's All On Fate

Chapter 1

HELLO!! I'm a new writer and I hope I meet your expectations with this story! Anyways, be brutally honest, because I need to hear it!
-Shar
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I pulled into the quaint driveway and yanked the keys out of the ignition. Sighing, I ran a hand through my brown tangled hair and flung the car door open. I trudged up the cement steps before unlocking the house door and stepping in. I was ready to hear what excuse my dad had this time for not showing up to parent teacher conferences. These meetings, which were set up for school administrators to review my transcripts, had to be rescheduled 3 times because he had not shown up.

I walked into the kitchen and tossed my keys and bag onto the island. I yanked open the refrigerator door, and grabbed a ginger ale out before popping the tab and taking a long chug of my favorite stress-relief drink. After a good fifteen seconds of standing in utter silence and trying to contain the irritability that can been boiling inside, I set the icy can down on the table and decided it was best not to assume without the facts.

I walked up the flight up stairs and walked to my dad's door. "Dad. We need to talk."

Seconds later, the door weened open and he appeared with a stack of papers in hand. "Hey Del, how was school?" he asked with a slight grin.

"Dad, please don't 'How was school' me. You know what I'm going to ask about. There's no way you forgot for a third time," I said cleaning against the wooden doorframe. "Dad, you know what's at stake here. If the transcripts don't get reviewed and confirmed on time, Lakelen can't officially accept me."

"I know, Del. I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry. Just tell me the truth. Why didn't you show up today?" I questioned.

He set the stack of papers on the desk next to the door.

"I guess there's no getting by you is there?" he sheepishly stated.

"Dad. Answers, please."

"I don't really have any. It's just hard to sit through a meeting that just capitalizes on the fact that you're leaving."

"Dad, we've been over this. I'm not leaving anyone. I'm simply going to find myself."

"I know, sweetie. I know and I'm sorry. I'm proud of you, I really am and I know your mom is too."

"Ugh, Dad." I said, blinking to keep the tears from falling. "Don't get sappy on me right now, please."

He chuckled. "Okay, okay. I'll stop."

"Yeah and you'll also reschedule that meeting you missed today, right?" I rebutted.

"Consider is done, sweetheart." he said before pulling me in for a side hug. "I guess I'll have to let you go, huh?"

"Kinda." I said with a smile.

"You kids are growing up too fast, too soon. In the blink of an eye and you're all more mature than me."

"Oh come on, dad. I think you've still got a few years ahead of Aeko." I said, jokingly.

"Oh gee, thanks."
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My brother Aeko is six, my sister Lexi, short for Lexiana, is fourteen, and I, Delfena, am seventeen.

We're as close as close gets and after my mother's passing, they were the only people that every really saw me smile.

Aeko is the most unique six year old I know. He can label the world map based solely off of memory, he can recite the periodic table perfectly, knows a hell of a lot about astronomy, and even once helped my dad build a desk from IKEA. Yes, IKEA, and if you've ever heard about IKEA's products, you'd know those things are nearly impossible for the ordinary human to build, let alone a six year old.

Lexi is literally the most talented girl I know. She can sing, dance, act, draw, and probably can do more that I don't know about because she keeps it a secret as to not make me feel bad.

I'm lying on my back in bed, thinking about the life I will soon leave behind. Lakelen Academy, a school located in Massachusetts, was so far from my home in Northern California and I couldn't help but feel scared for what was to come.

My mom, right before she died during while giving birth to my brother, was a professional figure skater. She competed in the Olympics and brought home gold in Lillehammer, Norway in the 1994 winter Olympic Games. She signed me up for lessons before I could even walk and skating soon became automatic to me. I preferred skates over sandals and the ice over the pool. Making friends was hard, because people constantly made fun of my physical appearances. I wouldn't consider myself fat, but I wasn't exactly skinny. I had curves in the right places, and was a bit chunkier in places other girls weren't.

Right before my little brother Aeko was born, I was bullied a lot. Skating was my only escape, but I got teased for that. People always asked me how the blade at the bottom of my skate could withhold my weight and always asked why the fat on my body just sagged every time I did a turn. None of that really bothered me though, because I had my mom. She got me through the tough times and I always counted on her to make me feel better after a long day at school. When she passed, I didn't have my rock anymore and was left clueless. My dad didn't really understand like mom did and he did his best to comfort me, but it really didn't feel the same. I thought that all the things they were saying about me were true and knew of no other way to stop their criticism than to change my body by hurting it. I started to starve myself for 2 years, eating really only lettuce, tomatoes, and celery, until one day I fainted in the bathroom at school. When the janitor found me, my body was weak and I was unresponsive due to fatigue. I was labeled anorexic and was placed into rehab by my dad.

My dad, an accountant, was barely making ends meet as my medical bills began to pile. With a newborn and an eight year old, we were left with no option but to leave our two story home and move into a cozy 2 bedroom apartment. My dad refused financial help from any family members and insisted that things would soon be under control. We were shaky for a few years, but after paying back the debts and bills, we able to find balance again after what had felt like an eternity. When I had finished my rehabilitation treatment, I found myself turning to what had kept me grounded before: figure skating. I dedicated myself to finishing out my goals and returned to the rink, training with only one goal in mind: Gold.

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HI LOVELIES!! I hope you enjoyed part one! Please excuse any mistakes throughout the story! I know it's short, but the chapters will get longer!