Left Handed

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Hi!

My name is Tracy Ortega.

I am the daughter of an American father from Seattle and a Spanish mother from Valencia. I grew up in Seattle until three months ago when we moved to Minorca. That's an island off the coast of Spain in the Mediterranean Sea. My grandparents live here.

You are my imagination.

The reason we moved out here isn't very happy and I'll not get into it right off the bat. I'd much rather tell you about me and my new friend, Cristina, and my new home on this lovely island.

I live in a town in the center of the island. The town is called Mercadal. It is one of these white colored towns that are so common in the Mediterranean. The houses are all whitewashed walls and light brown clay roofs.

It's the beginning of September here but unlike back in Washington, it's about 80 degrees (or about 27 in Celsius: gotta get used to that.)

I'm currently in my room, on the second story, writing this on my phone. It's midnight. Down the road I hear club music pumping. Every now and then a car will pass by my window. The sky is clear and the stars are scintillating. There's one star pulsing to a steady rhythm. Or maybe it's a helicopter. It's stationary so it can't be an airplane. Either way, it's my new lucky star.

Cristina is a girl I met at school. She's the same year as me but we only have one class together: mathematics, yuck. She is a real good mathematician though. Unlike me. I suck at maths. Cristina is very pretty. She has long raven hair and that typical Spanish aristocratic nose. Her eyes are very dark. The only place I'm ahead of her is my boobs which are slightly larger. Which is probably because I'm fat. Not that it's a competition but hey: this is high school.

She's very nice. On my first day in school in Mercadal she walked up to me during lunch and asked my name.

"Tracy," I said.

"Cristina," she said and gave me a hug. "Welcome to Mercadal!"

"Uhm...thanks," I said. It was weird. I have never had a stranger walk up to me and be nice. Especially someone my own age. It made me a little suspicious.

"Let's go to the beach after school," she said.

"I can't. I have to help my mom," I answered.

"Alright. But tomorrow we go." And with that she left.

Tomorrow. I told my mother that I have a new friend that wants to hang out with me after school. She was so happy. I didn't have a lot of luck with friends in my life. But things are looking up now.

So. What else about me? I'm slightly nuts of course. I'm writing a letter to my imaginary friend on my phone. I could just write a diary and address it. But that's boring.

I love pirates. Like, I'm obsessed with them. I mostly like made up pirates, like Pirates of the Caribbean. Someone tried to introduce me to One Piece but it didn't stick. I did read Vinland Saga though. Loved it. I also like real pirates from the days of sailing boats. Modern pirates I like the least. But still. There's something romantic even about them. The open sea. Freedom. It would be great if they wouldn't kidnap people though.

If I am brutally honest with myself, I'm not fat. But I do like to say so. I guess I'm average. I wished I was blonde and failing that, I wished I had the self confidence to color my hair. But I don't. Should've done it on my last day in the US. Oh well. Brunette for life.

So. A new friend. A new home. Life seems good. Well. Not really. But more on that later.