The Wife Project By Professor Alexandria Woods

Fly Me To The Sky Part II

Telling Clarke my life story was not difficult - Or a hard chore - as Raven would put it. Every psychologist and psychiatrist I have seen has asked for a summary, so I have the essential facts clear in my mind. It's always there where I could easily reach and press play and my mouth would automatically do the talking without thinking too much about it.

My father owns a blacksmith in my old home town. He lives there with my mother and my younger brother - Aden. He's only 12 years old and he already hates me. I don't talk about him too much because I left home since he was still young - and still managed to hate me because he thinks that I will steal our father's blacksmith business. I have no intention to do so, he would probably inherit it when my father retires or dies. My older sister Anya lives in the same town as me, we would go for dinner and get visited on a timely manner or randomly - her timing can be unpredictable. When she left home without telling my parents - to work for someone - they went berserk. My dad scoured towns after towns, my mom did not get out of bed for weeks. I was very sad. She was my only sister. I was angry too.

Until a month later after the police and investigators had gathered enough evidence where my sister might be - we received a call. It was Anya and she said stop searching for her. That she's safe and working, and that she'll come to visit soon. I knew my father was relieved. He doesn't show much affection, same as I do. Hence, I have an effective relationship with him but not emotional relationship. This is a satisfactory for the both of us. My mother is very caring but I find her very stifling. My brother is affectionate to my mother and tough exterior with my father. Two sides of the same coin. I could believe that he's versatile and can maneuvers his way around. Which is highly satisfactory - given that my parents are getting old and eventually he'll be inheriting the blacksmith - which may well be the metaphor of my father's affection. If so, my Brother won, but I am not unhappy of not winning. I do not see my family very often. My Mother calls me on Sundays.

I had an uneventful time at school. I enjoyed history and science. I did not have many friends in school and was briefly the object of bullying. Until I learned martial arts and posed as a threat to the big bullies. I was the TOP student in the school in all subjects and I was even briefly called 'Alexandria the Great' - although I am very sure that doesn't pose as a good thing as the history books had said. Jessica carved my 'title' on the huge oak tree with my supposedly stick man figure with my hair high up in the air all zigzag lines. That oak tree is the condemnation of my high school year.

At the end of my schooling I left home to attend University. I originally had attended genetics but on my 21st birthday I made a decision to change to History. This must be my sub-conscious desire to submerge myself on my ancestral roots. It was a logical choice because this world needs to know where we came from. Although it is a good combination to have genetics and history together but who knows many people were against it. I still chose history because this is where I think people are lacking of or more rather ignoring. Especially the younger generations. Despite genetics is a burgeoning field, history is still on my TOP list of potential careers that I wrote down when I was 13 years old.

1. History. So that Mike will know that we're from the grounders and not from people who falls from the sky.

2. Scientist on genes so that Becca would know her Father. Genetics.(There is no family history of mental illness.)

3. Army. I like martial arts. Sensei Ricca is really good at it.

4. Teacher. So I can teach this morons math.

I realised my fascination about the Father project might have started the very moment that Becca cried during lunch and told me that she doesn't know her Father and her Mother won't speak of him. And now I am fulfilling it with Clarke - well that's a thought.