Javier

Hello darlings! My name is Javier Candy Sanchez. I know, my middle name is Candy, pretty hilarious and strange, huh? I was teased by many people because of it, but I did not really care, though.

I am from Mexico City in Mexico, and I used to walk across the street to go straight from school to home. I was pretty outgoing. In my spare time, I loved doing karate. It was in my DNA. By the age of sixteen, I was a black belt. I felt invincible, and as a complement, my sensei used to say I was born gifted. Aside from karate, I loved cooking. Well, not that junky, oily stuff that many people think is healthy. I liked cooking a variety of food, from tacos to tamales, and I could cook and eat it all.

One day, during the early afternoon, I was in front of the mirror flexing my muscles – I do that when I am alone most of the time. I was trying to flex my six-pack muscles, and that was when Aunt Helena walked into the room.

“Ah!” I screamed, wrapping myself in a towel from head to toe.

“Sorry, did I frighten you?” Aunt Helena asked, giggling and brushing her red hair aside.

“It’s okay,” I responded, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Well, start packing,” Aunt Helena said slowly and almost sadly. “We’re moving to Scotland, and this time it’s for good. Business is booming and there’s a steady flow of cash, so we have to be closer to our sponsors.”

I was very ecstatic on hearing the news. I even smiled and twirled a little! My Aunt was a makeup artist, and she was one of the best! She had done make up for most of the singers, but the gist was that she was not an independent makeup artist. Like the rest of her colleagues, she was owned by a cosmetics company. She wanted to be closer to home, to Mexico, but her company wanted her in Scotland. As a result, we kept on switching from Scotland to Mexico.

The company sponsors my aunt worked for kept on arranging for her to have an indefinite leave to stay in the UK. She did not want to, but they tripled her salary, and we needed the money. As a result, we left Mexico, and I said goodbye to most of my school amigos and karate partners.

I honestly really wanted to go to Scotland. It was like a second home for me. Because of the frequently switching from Mexico to Scotland, I had adopted the Scottish culture, so I figured that fitting in would not be very hard. In the end, when we got to Scotland, Aunt Helena enrolled me at a prestigious school with almost no restrictions on dress code and hair styles, and it was called Trident High School.

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