Caution

Introduction

Hey, I'm Mo and this is the first book I've ever written so I'm hoping to give it my best shot. Enjoy!
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Introduction:

I want to fly. And not just in an airplane fly, and not in that cheesy sailing through the air like they do in movies. But I want to fly in the way a bird or angel would, gracefully. I want to shoot through the sky like a missile of beauty and elegance. Nothing clumsy like my human body is. Nothing bulky or ugly interfering with me and the perfectly clear sky laid out before me with stars shining above.

Maybe then I could fly away from this crazy life I have. Maybe I could fly to somewhere unknown. The only thing that even felt right these days was the unknown, repetition and familiarity are my worst enemies.

I take pride in the fact that almost nothing scares me, except repetition and familiarity, those are my weaknesses.

Snakes? Spiders? Loosing control? Public speaking? Being lost? ..... Nothing fazed me except for the fact that I could possibly end up with a life that went on an endless loop, the same sights, sounds, smells, people...everyday? I get a headache even thinking of that kind of life.

I could never settle down for anything or anyone, constantly packing up and moving has made me hardened towards leaving everything behind, to the point that I didn't care anymore. To the point that if I became comfortable anywhere it would make me sick.

I needed to explore, be free, find new places, and meet new people. If I couldn't have that it would be like a bird without its wings.

I had always had a fascination in the stars, the sky, and anything high above the earth where nothing could reach me. As cliche as the idea of being unreachable sounded it was a true goal for me to achieve.

I don't want to be completely isolated, I don't think I could live like that. But I just want to be somewhere where people don't always feel the need to get attached to things, to people. After learning that I just needed to move on from people I had once known, it began to make me uncomfortable when I got to attached to something.

But to achieve a place of total bliss where I could carry on my life but be surrounded by people I enjoyed and not feel attached to was something hard to come by, so rare, it had never happened to me before.

As in my nature, my mind wandered, wondering where me and my family would move off to next... Argentina, Milan, even Nebraska maybe?

It was always the same thought, my parents would get bored with the place they where assigned or had chosen and easily be transferred to the next place. They didn't really care about the extra luggage a 17 year old girl and a 13 year old boy came with, or what all the moving was doing to our psyche. They loved us dearly and we knew that but it was hard to tell when they let us get hurt over and over each time we left somewhere, something, or someone.

For me it didn't matter anymore though, once I got used to it, moving around became my life and now I almost looked forward to it. Now, I practically depended on moving.  As for my little brother Collin, well, that was a different story. No matter how much I try to make it a smooth transition for us both it never works. Collin had never quite grown used to the idea of moving every time our parents got fed up with where we where.

Collin had a very outgoing personality, much different than my slightly reclusive and mysterious one. While I preferred to stay inside my own bubble, Collin immediately jumped out to people as a very charming and witty 13 year old. People practically fought for a chance to befriend him, he was always fitting right in with the trending "it" crowds at every school we went.

I usually just stuck to myself, occasionally meeting a few people who where nice enough to socialize with for the time being.

I never got jealous of the way my brother fit in or for his charismatic personality. I always knew who I was and that those kinds of things only made it harder to let go. I had made the mistake of getting too involved a countless number of times before I finally realized that the moving pattern would never change, and it seemed my personality had developed to fit right into that mold.

My parents, Joshua and Karly Routin both worked for a special department at a big fancy company called Syrk Corps., my parents where practically one step away from being CEO's of the place.

I didn't know much about the company and hardly ever bothered putting in the time to find out anything about it. The company didn't concern me, only the fact that it let our parents be placed anywhere in the world they could possibly want. To "scope out areas for building and finding trends in consumer usage" as they put it, or some other business-y thing like that.

They made a lot of good money and could afford living very comfortably, and then some.

Hell, they could have five more kids and still be set for life. Money wasn't something that phased them, and something I never concerned myself a whole lot with, unless it was for traveling purposes of course.

Being the only children and the main source of out parents' affection we both got spoiled. Yet, both of us where still pretty down to earth, neither of us let the money change us or get to our heads. It simply meant that we get more things with labels on them and neither of us really cared.

...and that's why I want to fly away. To just get a break from it all.

At least that was my life until we moved to California, until I met him, until everything changed and my life got flipped upside down.

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Hope any readers enjoyed, next chapter hopefully coming soon... It will be a bit different this was only just an introduction + story background pretty much :)

P.s I'm writing on my phone so there may be a few grammatical mistakes throughout the book so just warning!

P.p.s Syrk (from Syrk Corps.) is pronounces Si•Rick, it will be important to the story so just an FYI!

Best wishes,
Mo