Acheron sat on his bed and looked out his window. He was watching the lightning strike in the background. Storms were always his favorite weather. Just watching all that raw energy, there was a damp charge in the air that he absolutely loved. It helped when he let the world overly stress him. Like today in class.

He never knew why they gave that ‘what do you want to be’ essay. They were still kids and had plenty of time to work things out. After all who ever got their childhood dream? Acheron did have goals but when you wrote them on paper, well teachers started to get worried about his mental state. Then came the probing and that was way too much of a hassle, especially since Acheron was finally happy. Sure it wasn’t the dream family every orphan wanted but it was enough for Acheron. He wouldn’t have done well in a normal picket fence type of life.

His goal? Well his goal was mostly to survive until adulthood and graduate school. Get ahead of everyone else so he was well set when he finally had that epiphany of what he wanted to do. He was happy with the status quo.
However maybe he should think about it least he end up as a con man or something. Only problem was his hobbies weren’t even normal to begin with. He was in the ‘everything other than sciences and art’ house at school but the houses really didn’t dictate much. Eh maybe he was overthinking things. Like he mentioned he still had plenty of time to iron it out.