The Becoming of Ocean Wilde

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I wait for her to pick up the phone. Karen and I haven't spoken since she dropped me off at the house, hugged me goodbye and rushed of to catch her plane.

At 22 her father had passed away, leaving his private plane hire company to her, along with about ten debts, all to different banks, and a mortgage to pay off. Now 28, she is literally taking the world in her stride.

After paying off the debts and the mortgage, she then set her sights on the company. Transforming it from a business on its last legs to a successful one, well-known for its lavish planes and perfect service reviews. It's even been used by a few minor celebrities and she did this all on her own.
I couldn't be prouder.

But she had wanted to move back here, since she came to England to look after me, to her home town, as Luxury Lines was based in America, so here I am.

She has been invited to an annual gathering of business owners to discuss business stuff in Spain somewhere for a few weeks so as soon as I'd settled in she'd had to rush off.
She'll be gone for a few months to sort out some business deals and investors on top of the gathering and promised to specify the date she'd be back at another time.

I sigh as I realise it has gone to voicemail for the fifth time in a row. I hope she's having fun, wherever she is at least.
I glance at the time. 5:45.

After placing a bag of frozen peas on my hand, my split knuckles had started to burn, I begin to walk towards my bed, sighing, when I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
I can't help but notice that I look the same. The same girl who was constantly pushed around, who was only known for her sickness.

An idea hits me.

New life new me... Right? I shove on my trainers and jacket as I go, heading for the door. On my bike, I revv the engine and head towards the high street, knowing I saw the three things I needed most right now earlier.

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I walk out of the tattoo parlour smiling. My still wet hair in a bunch at the top of my head and the familiar burn left over from the needle on my shoulder blades.

I had gotten my hair dyed, a tattoo, the piercing in my nose put back in and a job offer, if I turned up on time next Monday, and I just couldn't stop smiling. I'm excited.

Though to others change is seen as a negative, I find it comforting. When things are constantly moving around me, that's when I feel at home. I hate staying in one place for too long; it feels like change is coming, and when it does it will not be good. So I am the change. I will never stay put for long.

I am free and my time of restraint is over, so why stay still?

The next thing on my list was to find a gym, but as I look down at the time I realise it's well past ten and all the shops will be closed. To be fair, though, I got a lot out of this evening and it felt good.
I look around and realise there are about five clubs open and already blasting with music. Party goers dressed up are already lining outside, ready to spend a night clubbing and I roll my eyes. In the middle of the week, really? But then again, I used to be one of them so who am I to judge?