In life you’ll go through dry seasons, and winters that can feel unbearable at times, it’s only those who a strong heart that can withstand the strong winds that life brings their way.
Growing up I had run away from home, after the many days of feeling ignored and at times forgotten by those who I’d thought would care to have me around.
The harsh winters of life have left me begging for the chance to see life for what it truly is. Since the day my parents divorced, I haven’t quite been the same really, I lost my so called ‘happy place’.
The name’s Samantha Wells, I’ve been living on my own for quite some time, at first, I thought doing this sort of thing would be easy, but things only got more complicated as I went on.
While on the road I came across a couple of cool guys, they took me in and I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, sure they weren’t the type of people who’d be great looking after a kid like me, but at least they cared enough to give me a place to stay.
You see life in Voltron City isn’t easy, like everywhere else you have to pave your own way in life, and I was only just twelve at the time I couldn’t make my own ends meet, and with all this tech around I had no idea how it even worked.
Nevertheless, I took some lessons from the guys that let me stay at their place, I learnt how to play guitar which helped with getting money and even a paid gig later down the line.
Soon after, I felt like I found a new identity for myself, and I could finally see a future ahead of me.
Typically, the gang and I would get around on motorbikes, and with it we sneaked into an abandoned house, close by our hideout. Strangely enough we chose to stay for the night since we didn’t suspect anything wrong in there.
However, that night felt abnormally cold, at the time I still held onto the blanket my grandmother made for me and kept it close whenever anything freaked me out praying softly to myself for it to go away.
Tonight, was one of those moments, now I’m not the type of person to believe in ghosts, but I did feel a something passing through my blanket, moments later the windows flew open and I instinctively tossed my blanket over my head shivering underneath.
A couple of minutes passed and the blanket I was underneath started glowing, I then pulled myself together and poked my head out of the blanket.
Everything around me had changed significantly, the old broken-down house I slept in, transformed into this gold infested mansion, I gripped onto my blanket and came to the realisation that I had in my hands a freaking time machine.
Now I’m the one in control.
This concludes part one of Hidden Secrets.
© Roderick Lukenge