One More Time

How it all began

*kriiiiinggggg* the irritating sound of my alarm has succeed in waking me up for another dreadful day at school. I have always hated school. Not just the fact that I have to go there everyday to learn sh*t, but the fact that it's filled with jerks, weirdos, and disgustingly annoying bullies.

My mother passed away when I was 3 and my dad is a drunk old man whom sits on the couch all day. Life has never been nice to me.. until that day when I was knocked over when riding my bike back home from school. Apparently, the man who knocked me over with his car was Antonio Petit. The chef of one of the greatest restaurants in Los Angeles, "Antonio's". He sincerely apologize to me and said he will send me home as my bike is a bit crooked now. But first, he needs to drop by his restaurant for a while. So I followed him to his restaurant. I saw how they work behind their stations. Each and every one of them, working their ass off for the sake of the dishes. All the screaming and shouting. The pressure, the tension. In a matter of minutes, I was already hooked. What got me even more attracted to culinary was when Antonio gave me his trademark dish, the one that most people are crazy for, his Bouillabaisse. A traditional Provençal fish stew originating from the port city of Marseille. When I tasted it, it felt like time stopped. Everything around me just stop for a moment and the only thing that went through my mind was the taste of his Bouillabaisse. It was so good that it felt like my taste buds were dancing. From that moment onward, I knew what I want in my life. What I desired the most. I was never that inspired to do something. I want people to taste the wonders that good food gives you. I want people to experience what I experienced with Antonio's Bouillabaisse.

When I got home later that evening, dad was asleep in the living room. He probably wouldn't even notice that I got back home late. I went over to the old refrigerator to get myself any snacks and ran straight to my room. As I lay on the bed, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The kitchen life. I knew I wanted it so bad, there's no stopping me. But where do I start? What do I have to do? I have no clue about what I'm going to do next.