It Just Kind Of Happened

13: FINDING MACKENZIE

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MACKENZIE

She was home. Well, as homey as a huge apartment can be. Since her parents had countless meetings in the big city, they decided it would be best to just buy an apartment in the Upper East Side. The place was ridiculously beautiful, but also very empty. Kiera—the maid—kept the place clean and in check during the week, but it was a Saturday and that meant Mackenzie was alone.

Being alone was routine already, for poor Mackenzie Maine. Sure, she enjoyed it sometimes and we can all agree that she isn't the most chatty girl in the world, but we can blame part of that on the fact that since she was born her parents focused more on their work than on her. And okay, she knows that they do it for her; so she can have the best everything and be the best she could be. It was very easy for her to just swipe her card and buy whatever she wants, but she did have a good upbringing.

From age zero to age five, they were just like any normal family. Her parents would spend more time at home, even if it meant working into impossible hours in the night. She learned to give things and money value, but most of all, she learned to respect. So even though Mackenzie is a very closed off and tough person, she will never disrespect anyone in any way.

Sometimes she used to think that if she was to disobey her parents and act naughty, they could come back to her. It was weird for her when—in a time period of one month—her parents weren't home anymore. And when they were, they were tired. But she was a good girl. Always has been. So letting them relax with their wine glass and posh talk seemed better. She had company, anyways. Her coloring book was more than enough to keep her entertained.

Robert noticed his daughter's love for art. He saw how, everywhere they went, her sketchbook—that was way too big for such a small girl—was tucked under her arms, with a bundle of old and broken color pencils. But they couldn't have that. No daughter of his would have a bundle of old and broken color pencils. If art was what she loved, then art she shall get.

It was a beautiful afternoon and Mackenzie was four years old. Her dad's company was growing more each day and her mother—Heather Maine—was doing great at her job. And even though that afternoon was supposed to be a full one, they took time off to take their daughter to a museum, where she was instantly fascinated with the graphite drawings. Soon after, they took her to a local art shop and they set her free.

Hours later, Mackenzie Maine had a new sketchbook with a new set of graphites and coloring pencils. They were happy. When back home, all of the Maine family sat on the ground and played around with Mackenzie's new stuff. Her big brothers—Max and Mason—drew superheroes. Her mother drew a new clothing for her confection. They were all very beautiful. But her dad's was the best. He'd drawn, in cute, precise-like stick figures, their big and loud family. And that same drawing, the one made fifteen years ago, is still tucked inside her wallet.

It all changed the next year. The twins were ten then, and they thought it was pretty cool to have the house all to themselves and their stupid friends. But Mackenzie felt alone. Max and Mason wouldn't play with her anymore and she was still too young to understand the big hit that her mom and dad were. Too young to notice how her mom and dad would always be on TV.

Robert Maine was the owner of a small music studio. He would work with local artists and it was great. They all got along pretty well with the kids when they visited and Mac was always mesmerized with the talent those people had. One day, her dad met a couple of young men from Ohio. They were polite and their music was new and fresh. It was different.

The boys signed with her dad and soon enough, her father's studio—Maine Records—was blowing up. Jack and Jake, were their names. They played with her when she visited. They watched over her brothers when her dad needed to attend a meeting. Now, they don't even remember her. As soon as they reached number one on iTunes, the duo changed drastically. And I am talking about both personality and record label. Their loss.

Taylor Swift was their newest hit. Twenty one pilots, too. Mackenzie liked to work with her father. She liked to spend hours in the studio room, recording sessions after sessions. It felt good. Better than to work with her mother and all those too-lovely models.

Heather Maine was the head of one of the biggest clothing lines in the world. Yes, Mac had modeled for her mother once. No, she didn't like it. It was awfully awkward and strange for her to pose in lacy underwear in front of many people. Thanks to her understanding mother, the photos never went public. She has them all until this day somewhere in her room, back in her house.

Her brothers were also successful. As twins, they were tight. And when they grew, they only grew tighter. Both of them graduated in Harvard, Med School. They operated in NY and were very well known surgeons.

But to her, that was just another sign that she was indeed the odd one in the family. Mackenzie had only a month or so to declare her major and she still had no idea what to chose, because it was hard to be good now. It was hard to achieve something when all her family had achieved everything.

So yeah, she felt alone. But most of all, she felt lost.