Elite Romance

Shoe You Can Fill

My mum once told me to make sure I find shoes I can fill comfortably when I grow up. 

"Honey I know when you grow up everyone will tell you or try to make you fill shoes that won't be comfortable at all. When that happens challenge the norm, make sure the shoes you can fill are comfortable enough to land on your feet when you fall." She said.

"Of course mama, I love shoes no way I'll wear uncomfortable once."

"You don't get it now sweetheart but don't forget what I have told you now, if you can find the right pair create your own."

"Yes mama I would love to create my own pair of shoes one day."

I laugh when I remember this conversation because I was three years then and obsessed with shoes and couldn't understand what she meant. She only insisted I was smart and special and will get it one day.

It took me precisely seven years to get what she meant, unfortunately I never got to tell her I got it but that is a story for another day.

For now that, shoe you can fill, principle as I call it has landed me in another problem again as it has been doing for the past eight years since I understood it.

Let me explain!

I was ten, hopping from one foster home to another because most homes that got me could not keep up with how weird they thought I was and were afraid I was creeping their biological kids out and the cherry on top is I kept 'challenging' the teachers and didn't understand authority as they put it.

Reason.

I was a genius, with photographic memory. A problem for those who didn't get me at all. School was tooeasy and the authority I had that time didn't like it that I questioned each thing that didn't make sense to me.

Well that's not acceptable behaviour apparently.

Until I was finally adopted by the most amazing family that allowed me to challenge myself and didn't find my behaviour unacceptable, after taking me for tests and finding out I'm a genius they invested in taking me to schools that they thought would help me the most, which I highly appreciated because they made me realise that if I wanted to create my own pair of shoes I would have to think outside the normal school system.

So after severally trying to drop out of school several times much to my foster parents displeasure we made a deal, I was 11 then, if I stick to school till I finished highschool and turned 18 I can do what I have always wanted, find something more challenging for me.

So I settled down, focused on my studies which was child's play to me, I topped all classes with marks teachers always thought I cheated but never found evidence, but the best part is I got to focus on finding that place I can go when I'm 18 to find what I would love to do.

I'm not talking about, Harvard, MIT or the likes I tried doing their online courses and found they wren't challenging for me, so the deep web became my friend.

That's where I would do various coding jobs for money while I look for something or someone that could give me a clue of place that would beat me to the shape I wanted.

So when graduation was nearing and I had declined all colleges that came for me, my foster parents thought I had gone crazy, turns out they thought by the time I'm done with highschool I would change my mind.

Wrong.

But I was also frustrated, I,m a genius but a confused one at that, I was interested in almost everything you could think of, I felt if I take one degree I would limit myself, despite my parents thinking that I could ten degrees if I wanted as long as I go to college. so for their peace of mind I promised to pursue my path and if in two months nothing pand out I would go to college.

That brings me here and now, I,m sitted in a police station in a country I stepped in two days ago handcuffed and facing deportation for offences my parents would be ashamed of.

Where was I going you ask.

Well, I eventually found a pop up on the deep web two weeks ago and they basically called themselves the school I need ad gave me an ultimatum to get there in 3 weeks or never show up again.

When my smart ass tried to hack them to find more they basically redirected my hack to the FBI system, need I say it took me hours and buckets of sweat to loose the trail the FBI had on me. To top it off the only clue they gave me is a picture the Easter Island, the Pitcairn Island and a boat that disappeared as soon as I clicked on it.

So like the mature person I was, I packed little I could with my cards, money is important I didn't know what awaited me, and headed to Santiago, Chile.

It didn't take long for me to be mistaken for a drug peddler and when the police approached me I still had the nerve to argue with them about it, in my not so polished spanish that came out insulting and here I am  because I offended a police officer.

But I had to get out of here, I don't have much time left and I still need to get the imbecile that set me up and beat there ass, virtually ofcourse, I cant fight to save myself. So when. the officer came back I new I had to put up an innocent teenage face and apologise for my poor spanish that led me to offend him. He let me offer with a warning to leave his city before he opens his eyes.

I ran out there like a mad person, back to my hotel room to figure out a new plan and be smart about it this time.