Kelpie - Zayn Malik

chapter 1

I deserve it.I deserved every minute on that plane observing the thick clouds as cream mounted lay on my feet, as if them invite me to swim between them.It was my Price, my reward after four years digging elbows no other purpose than getting a scholarship to one of the seven most prestigious universities in the world.Hrvard, Oxford, Ucla...i send a request to all and finally i stayed in Yale, wich had always been my priority.Soon be part of that campus percent of students from other countries.I had no idea how many Spaniards might be studying in New Haven, but I would be one of them and the prospect was a little uncomfortable, because I hated being the center of attention, preferred to go unnoticed and focus on my thing.My mother Eugene, had irish blood and american, my father,Cesc, is catalán.I speak three languages perfectly: spanish, catalán and english; and a bit of french.English is like my first language It added that points to accept me in US universities and that added to my honors in all subjects, had facilitated to give me scholarship.from kindergarten to high school my life had passed between the doctrinal walls of saint paul'sschool of Barcelona, a private school international trilingual, located on Avenida pearson, at the foot of the natural park collserola.The color of the clouds that we cross remember me the pristine classrooms.Yale was my dream.Mi objetive.

my new life is much pull them from the safety of my school life, and my family.But needed sobrepretection strain of the nest and continue my purpose.I had given my promise of not fail in getting my objetives.and I never broke a promise.Before travel to Connecticut, on US, to study , i had 5 days of holidays with my Friends.my small digression before that launched what is really important for me.The idea was to enjoy this impasse for all the times I went partying with the boys, and every holiday I lost to putting my studies and my responsibilities to the fun.i leave of my handbag a misako box of rouge.The crazy of Gemma, the wife of my father loves buy me things of mac.I didnt used to makeup losing time painting myself like a door I prefer be natural.i didnt knew that exist a Brand with the same name of my computer.i like baseball caps cause them hide my face.one my father asked me if i was lesbian.The face i put served to never ask again.

I look at the window again; the clouds open, to dissipate, appeared a town which, seen from the sky, seem like something out of medieval legends of knights and princesses.

Lucca.and there I made my way to enjoy the international festival of comics, series and video games with my friends.This is the first year that the event is held during the first week of August and being summer, no one wanted to lose, smiled from ear to ear as you would a child and let the emotion to embargo me. Gemma and my father could not believe that someone as serious as me, he liked comics and mangas japoneses.Pero so era.Me love because we like oddball rare and special things