It was already past ten at night, and I was in my room, feeling that sinister peace, the super tranquil silence of the early morning. As usual, my "dad" would show up to remind me that it was crucial, man, to sleep early, insisting like crazy that getting good rest was essential to handle the pressure of the next day, especially since I was heading to Beacon Hills. This routine, repeated every single day, was already part of my grind, and, over time, the worry about this new phase had started to calm down.
Adapting to this new world became a super natural process, seriously: the chores and the day-to-day stuff gradually settled into my routine, and the impact of the changes was getting more and more chill. I discovered a new rhythm for my life, full of different struggles and learnings.
Before coming here, I lived in Colatina, Minas Gerais, a place I absolutely love. Even though my grandfather was feared by part of the neighborhood, due to his super unstable temper, he was always awesome to me and never let me go without anything, check it out. My parents were around, but his care seemed to be driven by the guilt over my grandmother's death, a tough-as-nails woman who lost her life after a silly argument about land. Before that, my uncles were already fighting over who would get a piece of the gold mine, but, even with the drama, we had a pretty decent life. We weren't rich, but we weren't struggling either, and my grandfather's love for me was clear, you know? He always brought presents, like, chocolates, teddy bears, or even creepy horses for our races. These moments stuck with me, especially because he spoiled me like crazy, even when I was twenty years old.
Today, I'm totally adapted to my new lifestyle. Despite seeming a bit selfish, I'm super affectionate and hooked on series. That's how I found myself in the middle of "Teen Wolf," and I got into this whole thing when I met God, who gave me the chance to live in this new universe – a cool dream, right? Who wouldn't want that? I keep thinking about how past experiences shaped who I am today, bringing memories that mix longing, learning, and even humor in the face of the most sinister situations. The family challenges, super intense and full of history, prepared me for this new phase. Missing them gives me nostalgia, especially when I remember family lunches, but today I am happy. I was adopted by my new "dad" at five years old in this world, and, since then, he treats me with kindness and a lot of love. His money still shocks me, and sometimes I suspect he's a mobster, because I hear screams as if someone is being tortured. Total BS! Even in another world, my family can't leave crime alone.
I have powers in this world; I guess it's because I'm in a supernatural world. I think that even makes up for it, you know? But one thing I'm sure of: I'm going to be stoked for tomorrow, just because I'm going to Beacon.
The night seems even quieter as I think about everything that's coming. Sometimes, I feel a chill down my spine, not just because of the unknown in Beacon Hills, but also the feeling that, in this strange universe, anything can happen at any moment. I know tomorrow will be a different day, maybe the start of an adventure you only live in dreams or in the series I'm so into.
I close my eyes for a moment and try to imagine what it will be like to walk through the hallways of a school that, until recently, only existed in fiction for me. Will I be able to fit in cool, like, you know? Or will I find people as crazy as my own family — amidst suspicious screams, secrets, and a supernatural touch that seems to have followed me since I got here?
Despite all the anxiety, I'm super pumped. I feel like, with my powers and the baggage of past stories, I can face anything, man. After all, I learned early that the unexpected is part of life, and that every new chapter brings not only fear, but also a huge chance. Tomorrow, as I walk through the gates of Beacon Hills, I take with me the certainty that, whatever the destiny, I'm ready to live it all intensely.