“Please go out with me.” Says a light-haired boy a few heads taller than me.

I blink twice and give a “Wha?”

I had been called out to the back of the football stadium by a handwritten note in my locker telling me that the writer has to tell me something important. I don’t normally like to do something like this, but since it’s high school. I thought I would be more trusting of people.

“I’ve liked you ever since I saw you by the cherry blossom tree. I thought you were the most beautiful gir-”

“I’m a boy.” I simply state.

It was his turn to blink twice as his face when blank. For almost a minute there was a bubble a silence as the gentle breeze of spring sweeps over us.

The boy exclaims with what looks like stars in his eyes, “YOU’RE A TRAP!?”

“WEEB!” I retort. It’s always the same. Everyone mistakes me for a girl because of my petite build and height. Yeah sure, I look a lot like my mother with my cute nose, high cheekbones, and apple-shaped face, but doesn’t make me any less of a boy than other boys.

He blushes as he thinks, then looks down in apology, “I’m sorry for mistaking you for a girl.”

“That’s alri-”

“Will you still go out with me?”

“HELL NO!”

The traffic in the halls were as crowded as normal. I dodge, weave, and squeeze through the horde of students. Despite being horribly rich, I go to a public school. I guess my shit hole of a family do not feel like I’m worthy enough to be sent to private school.

The image of that boy who confessed to me yesterday came up in my mind. I wonder who was he.

Creek High is huge as it’s serving most of the small city’s children. It’s practically a college except free and the meals are as shitty.

I reach my classroom and sit all the way in the back by the window then I put on earbuds, played music, and ignore the world.

From the corner of my eye the teacher walks in with that boy from yesterday behind her.

I take off my earbuds and listen.

“Hello class, today we’re getting a new student.” She turns to the student. “Please introduce yourself.”

“My name is Luke Wagner. Please to meet you.”

“Alright Luke, you can sit in front of Tracy.” She points at me as I pull up my hood and hope to god Luke didn’t see me.

“Um hello,” he says nervously. “You must be Tracy. I’m-”

I turn to him and interrupt, “I already know who you are.” Crap, now he can see my face.

Luke stands up and announces, “You’re that trap from yesterday!”

I feel my face getting red as I stand up too, “Fucking weeb!”

“Luke, Tracy, outside NOW.”

“Luke, I know it’s a bit hard for you considering that you’re leaving all your friends behind and transferring in the middle of the year. But, I will make it my duty to ensure that you have a clean transfer.” Says the middle age balding man sitting opposite of me in his big mahogany desk.

“Thank you, Mr. Spinor, I leave it to you.” I get up and shake his weak right hand and walk off.

I’ve transferred to Creek high school because of Dad’s job offer in the city with my little sister. We had no choice really, it was either stay poor and starve to death or make money and leave everything we know.

None of us have been right since mom died. I’m fine for the most part, but Amanda. Amanda turned mute.

She was there when Mom was murdered in a carjacking and kidnapping. We don’t know what happened to her during captivity, but it was nothing good. To make matters worse, the culprit got away with it, scot-free when there was substantial evidence. It was pretty clear that the perp and the judge were buddies and let him go with a slap on the hand.

“There is no justice in the world.” I muse to myself as I walk down the hall. I see this beautiful girl with well styled, semi-short brunette hair walking to her locker and get things out of it.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day even if she has a baggy hoodie sweater and cargo pants. Without thinking, I take a piece of paper out of my binder and write a note to ask her to meet me after school at the football stadium.

I carefully put the note in her locker and go to my sixth-period class. I decided to go to school the rest of the day despite only coming after lunch.

I try and keep my focus in school, but I can’t, that girl was just on my mind. I couldn’t really get a good look at her face, but from what I could see from afar. It was gorgeous, like something you would see out of some magazine.

“I hope she comes.” I muse quietly, but not quietly enough.

“Mr. Wagner, do you have anything to add to the lesson.” My history teacher barks and I snap out of my trance.

“N-no sir!”

“Good, now back to the lesson…”

After the slow day at school, I immediately walk to the football stadium. I stand there for what seems like hours, but only a couple of minute.

Then the beautiful petite girl walks and halts fifteen feet in front of me. I can see her apple-shaped face, high cheekbones, and beautifully bright green eyes. They look more like CGI effects rather than actual eyes. I can feel myself blush just from gazing at her.

“So, what do you want?” She says in this melodic dulcet voice that just made you melt.

“Please go out with me!” I blurt blushing from head to toe.

She blinks twice and gives a “Wha?”

She gives me this befuddled expression as if she is thinking about something.

I don’t know what to do in the silence so I rant, “I’ve liked you ever since I saw you by the cherry blossom tree.” I don’t know what I’m saying. Is there even a cherry blossom tree at the school? “I thought you were the most beautiful gir-”

“I’m a boy.”

I blink twice. There is no way that this is a boy… but from the sincere expression on her face she cannot be lying, can he? I mean someone as beautiful as her, a boy? It’s almost like in anime when an adorable girl is actually a boy. This isn’t an anime, is it?

Then all I can think of is, “YOU’RE A TRAP!?”

He yells back, “WEEB!”

I blush. Hey, I can’t help it. Amanda loves anime despite being completely mute. The joy on her face is enough to keep me interested in it. Okay, maybe I did fall in love with it but COME ON. It’s really good and cute. As they sometimes say in anime, ‘Cuteness is justice’. Then I look down in apology, “I’m sorry for mistaking you for a girl.”

“That’s alri-”

“Will you still go out with me?” I don’t mind being with a boy if he’s this adorable and beautiful.

“HELL NO!” He sprints off.

Well, that was interesting. Am I sure I’m not in an anime or something? I pinch myself to make sure.

When I got home, Amanda was already there.

“How was school, sis?”

She said nothing but stares at the television. Then she holds up her hand in an “Okay” gesture. I chuckle a little at her expression.

The next day, I meet my first-period teacher. She was kind, but strict telling me about the class and what she expected of me.

I walk in and she announces, “Hello class, today we’re getting a new student.” She turns to the student. “Please introduce yourself.”

My heart pounds faster as I speak, “My name is Luke Wagner. Please to meet you.”

“Alright Luke, you can sit in front of Tracy.” She gestures to a girl sitting in the seat in the back by the window. That’s very anime. Before I could see her face, she throws up her hood.

I sit in the seat right in front of her.

I try small talk, “Um hello,” I say nervously. “You must be Tracy. I’m-”

She turns and quips, “I already know who you are.”

I could see her face. She had beautiful bright green eyes, brunette hair, and an apple-shaped face.

I stand up and announce, “You’re that trap from yesterday!” in recognition.

He stands up too and retorts, “Fucking weeb!”

The teacher yells at both of us, “Luke, Tracy, outside, NOW!”

“What’s the problem with you two?” Asks Mrs. Underwood.

I glance at Luke who had tears in his eyes. Such a child. “Nothing, Mrs. Underwood. We just met each other before and were surprised that we saw each other.”

She looks to Luke.

Luke speaks up in a raspy voice, “T-that’s right.” Wiping his eyes.

“Alright, but I expect better of both of you. I can understand Luke but you have no reason to act up, Mr. Morgana.”

I sigh, why does everyone always have high expectations of me just because I’m a Morgana? “Mrs. Underwood, just because I’m a… Morgana doesn’t mean I am prim and proper.” I say ‘Morgana’ with a disgusting tone as though it’s the worse thing in the world. That it is.

“What do you mean by Morgana?” Luke asks curiously.

“Do you not know?” Mrs. Underwood seems surprised. Luke shakes his head. In an almost snooty tone, “The Morganas are known for their international corporations such as Morgana Airways, Morgana Technology, etc. They are the wealthiest family in the world. Mr. Morgana here is the sixth of seven brothers.”

Why does everyone think the Morgana family are the best in the world?

“Don’t remind me.” I quip. I hate being reminded of being a Morgana. I take a glance at Luke. He doesn’t really seem impressed.

“Now that we got that out of the way. I am SURE that your antics won’t happen again. Will they?”

We both moan a little out of sync, “Yes, Mrs. Underwood.”

“Good, now get back to class.”

I walk into the lunchroom, slam my lunch down and start eating alone as normal.

Despite the animosity that being alone gets. It’s not too bad. You don’t have to deal with anyone and it feels safer alone because you can always trust yourself.

People leave me alone because they’re afraid that if they say the wrong thing I’ll get their parents killed or fired. The kids who do talk to me only are interested in my money.

Someone takes a seat right across from me. I look up from my sandwich and find that it’s Luke.

“What do you want?” I say neutrally. It’s not like I hate him or anything. I’m just not interested in people.

“Well, I saw you alone. As the ‘new kid,’ no one wants to associate with me yet and I REALLY hate being alone.”

I simply say, “I’m not buying that lie. What do you REALLY want.”

“Human companionship.”

I stare at him and blink twice, okay really four times. I wanted to laugh, but I held it in and took a bite of my sandwich.

A thought struck me, “What did you mean yesterday ‘by the cherry blossoms’?”

“Uuuuum. You know, the cherry blossoms. By the um trees.” He gives me a sheepish smile.

“There isn’t a cherry blossom thing.”

“There isn’t!?” He face-palms himself.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore and allow myself to giggle.

He looks up from his palm and gives me the sweetest smile, “You have a really adorable giggle, did you know that?”

Straight-faced, “I’m not going out with you.”

“Mr. Morgana, the test results came back to us. Just like before, You’re a healthy fifteen-year-old boy.” Says the middle age man in the lab coat.

“If that was the case, then why do I look like a fifteen-year-old girl?” I spit out.

“Genetics? We have done several tests on you already, and all results came up the same. You’re healthy, there is nothing biologically wrong with you. Your testosterone level is that what it should be of a teenage boy.”

I sigh, why did I even bother? “Thank you, doctor, I know this has all been a waste of time for you, and I apologize that it has been. It’s just, I look like any other teenage girl even though I’m no doubly male. I’m grateful that you humored me.”

The doctor sighs, “I don’t blame you, Tracy. If I was you or if you were my son. I would be doing the same.”

“Well,” I stand up and shake the doctor’s hand, “Since there is nothing else. I’ll see you in a more personal fashion.”

The doctor smiles back, “Yeah, when I’m not taking your blood… or prostate.”

I giggle, “Thanks again, doctor. Have a good day.” I walk out of the hospital and go to the bathroom. Going into the stalls, I sit down on toilet and cry.

A minute of crying later and I hear, “Um, are you okay?” from a boy’s voice.

“I’m alright.” I choke, it wasn’t alright. I didn’t want my body to be this way. It felt wrong and no amount of testosterone could change it.

I always wanted to be like my brothers. I did everything I could to be like them, but I just not like them. I thought maybe if I did sports or anything macho, daddy would love me. He didn’t, he just thought of me more of a disappointment. Most of my brothers felt the same. All they saw me was, ‘The bastard’ or the ‘bitch boy’.

“You’re lying.” The boy says in a non-accusing voice.

I open the doors and shriek, “I’M NOT LYING!” the tears that pour down my face says otherwise. I just drop to the ground and bawl.

Arms embrace me, the boy hugs me and coos, “Ssssshhhh, let it out. It’s ok to cry.” I just reach for his shoulder and cry into it until I could cry any longer.

“Are you okay now?” The boy whispers. I nod into his shoulder

I push back and take look at the boy, “Luke?”

“Tracy?”

We both have a surprised look on our faces.

“Why were you crying?”

I compose myself, “None of your business.”

He gives me a wistful look as though he was sad that I was sad “Hmm, well if you ever need to talk about it. You can tell me anything.” Then he gives me a thoughtful look, "Me and my sister are going out to lunch after, do you want to come?”

“You mean ‘my sister and I’ and I would,” on cue, my stomach growls with hunger. I blush, “On second thought, I would be delighted to.”

“Great!” Luke says with a grin. He starts walking away and I follow.

“This is not a date. I’m just hungry, okay.”

“Yeah sure.” Still keeping that idiotic grin.

“By the way, why are you here?”

Luke's POV

“What’s the problem with you two?” Asks Mrs. Underwood.

Tears start forming in my eyes. I can’t help it. I’m not good at dealing with getting in trouble

“Nothing, Mrs. Underwood. We just met each other before and were surprised that we saw each other.” Tracy says sweetly

She looks at me for my reply.

I speak up in a raspy voice, “T-that’s right.” Wiping my eyes.

“Alright, but I expect better of both of you. I can understand Luke but you have no reason to act up, Mr. Morgana.”

Tracy sighs as if he’s annoyed by something “Mrs. Underwood, just because I’m a… Morgana doesn’t mean I am prim and proper.” Tracy snorts ‘Morgana’ with a disgusting tone as though it’s the worst thing in the world. I wonder why

“What do you mean by Morgana?” I ask curiously.

“Do you not know?” Mrs. Underwood seems surprised. I shake my head. In an almost snooty tone, “The Morganas are known for their international corporations such as Morgana Airways, Morgana Technology, etc. They are the wealthiest family in the world. Mr. Morgana here is the sixth of seven brothers.”

Huh, Tracy is from a rich family. That’s cool, I guess. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s adorable

“Don’t remind me.” Tracy quips. He seems to really dislike his family. He takes a glance at me looking for something

“Now that we got that out of the way. I am SURE that your antics won’t happen again. Will they?”

We both moan a little out of sync, “Yes, Mrs. Underwood.”

“Good, now get back to class.”

I walk into the lunchroom and get into the lunch line.

I see Tracy sitting there alone staring off into the distance while taking delicate bites in his sandwich. He looks as pretty as a painting.

When I get my lunch, I look for someplace to sit. I knew no one. I really hate to sit alone. I hate being alone. I think of Tracy and swivel myself to his direction. I still see him staring off into the distance.

“Don’t do it.” Warns a boy. “If you even mess up, he’ll sue you and your family for everything you own. You can sit by me if you want.” The boy pats the seat next to him.

I thought for a moment and realize that maybe Tracy doesn’t have any friends. I hate being alone and I’m betting he does too.

“Thanks, but I’ll take my chances.”

“Suit, yourself.”

I walk, sit, and set my tray down in front of Tracy. He looks up with a poker face

“What do you want?” Tracy says neutrally. He looks like he’s trying to determine me for something.

“Well, I saw you alone. As the ‘new kid,’ no one wants to associate with me yet and I REALLY hate being alone.”

He simply says, “I’m not buying that lie. What do you REALLY want.”

“Human companionship.” That isn’t a lie.

Tracy stares at me with those mystical green so hard, I could feel him staring into my soul. He smiles a tiny bit, but composes himself.

He then blurts, “What did you mean yesterday ‘by the cherry blossoms’?”

I fluster, “Uuuuum. You know, the cherry blossoms. By the um trees.” Giving him a sheepish grin

“There aren’t cherry blossom trees.”

“There isn’t!?” I face-palm myself out of my own stupidity.

Tracy giggles in a soft dulcet voice that made my heart melt.

I look up and smile, “You have a really adorable giggle, did you know that?”

Poker-faced, he says “I’m not going out with you.” Then gets up and leaves without a second thought.

“Oh, I made him run off again.” I muse. I imagine his giggle and feel myself grinning like an idiot.

I choke down my food and decide to meander through the halls.

“How did you do it?” Says a feminine voice behind me. I turn around and it was that boy from before standing a few feet away from me.

Now that I get a good look at the boy. He was very effeminate. Not like Tracy, but he has long crimson dyed hair and a slight build. If he wore girl’s clothes. He would look just as cute as one too. Maybe even cuter. Is this school filled with traps?

“What do you mean?” I play dumb.

“You know what I mean. How did you talk to Tracy without getting on his bad side?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. He’s a pretty nice person why what I can see. Why do you ask?”

He looks pleased by that answer but still icy, “None of your business.”

“Uh huh. Anyway, I going to go now. See ya.”

“WAIT! What’s your name?”

“Luke, Luke Wagner.”

“Thank you.” He starts walking off.

“Hold on. That’s no fair. What’s your name?”

“Hmmm, Robert.”

I thought for a moment. That’s not a very good name for a boy like him. At least Tracy has a gender-neutral name. Even if it leans girl. If I had to choose a name it would be “Rose.”

Immediately the boy blushes a very pretty red.

“H-how do you know that name?”

Frantic, I ask “Wait, I said that out loud?” Robert’s silence says all that was needed to be said, “I’m sorry, I was just thinking about how the name you gave me doesn’t fit you. Then I thought how rose would fit you because of your red hair and kind of prickly personality.”

Robert's face turns to different shades of red. I could almost see steam rising from his head. He takes a step, “I-IDIOT!” He runs and punches me right in the gut sending me flying.

I could barely see him from my position on the ground, but he ran off.

I lay there thinking about what the hell just happened. The bell for the next class interrupted my thoughts.

~o~O~o~

I apologize for taking so long. My internet went down on me.

Amanda gives me a stern look. One I have seen before when I disappoint her.

I sigh, “Sorry I was late. Something’s been on my mind all day.”

Amanda’s face turns to worry.

“No, it’s nothing bad. I just had a run in with someone unexpected and I was trying to figure out what happened.”

She quizzically raises her eyebrow up.

“I’ll tell you on the way.” I start walking with her catching up.

I tell her everything that happened with Robert and she looks amused, putting her hand over her mouth as if she was giggling. God, wouldn’t it be amazing to hear her giggle again?

She takes out her whiteboard and writes on it sending it over to me, it reads, “Seems like you’ve had an interesting school day. Tell me did anything else happen today.” Oh crap, despite being mute, Amanda is as quick as a whip.

“Um well yeah, but I have to tell you the whole story.”

I told her how I met Tracy. She’s giggling up a storm. Except of course, without any sound.

She writes on the board, “Well, you’ve really fallen for this boy. I gotta meet him one day.”

“You should, but he’s a bit of a tsundere.”

“It would be interesting to meet my future brother-in-law.” Amanda jokes.

“We aren’t going that far.”

“YET!” she writes on the board.

I sigh as we reach the bus stop. “Hold on a second, I need to pee.” I walk into the bathroom and do my business.

When I come out, the bus was leaving, with Amanda waving goodbye.

“That little minx!” I chuckle to myself. Today is just not my day. “I guess I’m walking.” So, my little journey to the hospital began.

A water droplet the back of my neck causing me to shiver. The humidity feels dense and the grey sky warns of rain.

“Why, Why god!? Why does it have to rain today of all days?” I whine to whoever is listening. “It was beautifully clear this morning. Thank god I always bring my umbrella.” I search in my bag for my umbrella. It wasn’t there. I sighed realizing that I forgot it, “Unlucky me.”

I was about halfway to the hospital. Amanda probably already has herself signed in and doing her session with the therapist. Fortunately for us, dad’s new job comes with benefits along with better pay.

I went with Amanda because I didn’t like her going alone. Of course, she didn’t want me to come, so I’m guessing that’s why she left me. Hoping that I would go home and stay. She may be independent, but I still worry about her. I guess big brothers are allowed to worry.

The rain began, and I take shelter under the public library. Rain only reminds me of the day I lost my mother along with my bubbly, happy little sister.

It was two years ago, and the world seemed so much happier even if we were poor. Mom and dad were in love. The type of love that you watch movies and TV shows. It was special and infinite.

Amanda and I were bantering like how siblings are. We loved each other, that was evident, but we love to prank each other and watch anime together. We were happy.

Until the rain came, and we learned that there was a carjacking, killing mom and kidnapping Amanda.

Twenty-four hours later, the murder was arrested, and we had Amanda back. Well, what was left of her. She was tortured in the most brutal way possible.

Her fingers and toes were broken along with her finger and toenails ripped out. She was burned in multiple areas and beaten everywhere. That just accounts for the physical trauma. I don’t even know what happened that broke her spirit, but I can see what he did to her when she has a night terror and the wistful look on her face when she is zoned out.

She couldn’t even be in the same room as a man for a year. She still can’t deal with men because of her PTSD. Dad suffers that more than me. She has an emotional block that causes her to be mute. According to her therapist, she is repressing memories along with the ability to speak. If that makes any sense.

That isn’t even the worst part. The worst part is that the guy got off with a slap on the wrist. How does a guy, who broke a few federal laws, get off with a slap on the wrist? It’s bullshit.

After two years of all the bullshit, things have gotten better. They’ve reopened the trial to be a special trial. Since the judge apparently was corrupt and we were the only family the monster tortured.

We also received a settlement for our troubles. Which is another reason why we moved? Life seems to be getting better for everyone.

The rain stops, and the sky clears to show a rainbow. I continue my journey feeling hopeful for the future.

Luke's POV

I walk through the city. Because it rained, the weather was nice and warm. I still had a bit left before I made it to the hospital. I’m not totally sure I’ll make it.

I keep walking. I know that I need to be with Amanda even if she’s being a brat and saying she’s fine by herself. Just from the memory of that look in her eye when she got even close to men. Makes me walk faster.

Then there was a honk from behind me.

I turn around and see this gorgeous, crimson hair-dyed woman in a crimson corvette stop right beside me.

The window on the passenger seat was down and she had her sunglasses on the tip of her nose so you could see her gorgeous brown eyes.

She gives me this amusing look before she says in a sultry voice, “Need a ride?”

Just like any teenager, I had raging hormones. I was about to say yes until I stop myself and take a deep breath.

I didn’t know this woman. She looks familiar, but I don’t know where I know her. She was a complete stranger. For all, I know she could be a serial killer.

However, I need the ride in order to get to Amanda’s therapy appointment on time.

I give her a coy smile, “I do need a ride.”

“Where too?” She says still with that sultry tone.

“The hospital.”

She gives me this smile that just made me melt. “Get in.”

I did as the vixen commands and get in the beautiful crimson corvette.

For a minute, the car was silent. My curiosity gets the better of me.

“I’m Luke by the way. What’s your name?”

The vixen doesn’t take her eyes off the road as she says, “Rose.”

“Wow, that’s a perfect name for you.”

“What do you mean by that.” She says in an accusing voice.

I nervously reply, “Um yo-you know, your hair is um crimson.” Giving her a sheepish smile as I rub the back of my neck with my right hand. Then I mumble as I look down and blush, “You’re also um gor-gorgeous.”

I roll my eyes up to see her reaction. She was emitting a stunning crimson color, similar to the color of her hair.

“I um thank you.” She whispers.

She seems familiar, I don’t know why. The more I look at her, the more familiar she gets.

My curiosity gets the better of me and I ask, “You seem familiar, do I know you?”

She forcibly replies, “No.” It didn’t sound like a no, but I wasn’t gonna press any more than I already did.

The car rolls into the hospital parking lot. She stops by the entrance.

“Well, this is it.” She says sweetly.

I smile, “Thank you, Rose, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope we meet again.” I get out and close the door.

“We probably will.” She says as she drives off.

I start walking towards the psychiatric part of the hospital. Then a thought pops into my mind. ‘What did she mean by that?’

I shake my head, clearing myself of the thought. I feel an ache in my bladder. I decide to go to the bathroom, so I go into the endocrine building.

I walk into the bathroom and pee. I hear footsteps walk behind me and go into the stall.

Then I heard crying in the stalls. I didn’t want to say anything as I peed, so I wait until I’m done. After I’m done I turn my attention to the crier.

“Um, are you okay?” I ask the person in the stalls.

“I’m alright.” Chokes the person. The voice sounded distinctively female. I figure that she probably didn’t see that this is a boy’s bathroom.

“You’re lying,” I say softly and non-accusingly.

The door slams open as the girl shrieks, “I’M NOT LYING!”

I didn’t even have time to look at her probably tear-stained face as I throw my arms around her and pull her into an embrace.

I coo, “Ssssshhhh, let it out. It’s okay to cry.” She pushes her head on my shoulder and cries. She cries until she couldn’t cry any longer.

After the cry session, I whisper into her ear, “Are you okay now?” She nods into my shoulder.

I let go and look take a look at her. A recognizable face, tear-stained looks right back at me.

“Luke?” She gasps.

“Tracy?”

We both have a surprised look on our faces.

“Why were you crying?” I ask worriedly.

Tracy composes himself, “None of your business.”

I look at him. He was crying and now he’s trying to be tough about it. The memory of when Mrs. Underwood came up into my mind. He must’ve had a rough life.

I feel the tears start to well up in the back of my eyes. The I offer, “Hmm, well if you ever need to talk about it. You can tell me anything.” Then an idea pops into my head, “Me and my sister are going out to lunch after, do you want to come?”

“You mean ‘my sister and I’ and I would-” on cue his stomach growls with hunger. Tracy blushes, “On second thought, I would be delighted to.”

“Great!” I chirp with a grin. I start walking away and Tracy follows.

“Yeah sure.”

“By the way, why were you here?”

It's weird how quick Daily Life of a 'Trap' has gotten popular. I basically wrote it because I wanted to do something different and use traps in a piece. I didn't expect it to become as popular as it is.

I'm glad it did. I like it when people read my stuff and may actually like it.

I don't know what's in store for the series, but I hope it becomes something great.