This story is Scaramouche's view of everything that happened prior to the musical We Will Rock You.
Disclaimer: I understand I own nothing from this story. Everything in this story is from the musical We Will Rock You by Ben Elton and Queen.
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My name is Scaramouche. I was born in the year 2290, but that's not important. Even a chirpy moron could figure that out if they passed third grade math. But then again, you never know, maybe their teacher just promoted them to the next grade because they felt sorry for them,
Anyways, forget the chirpy morons...
Like I said I'm Scaramouche, and for as long as I can remember, everyone has always been ashamed of my appearance, my behavior, - me. I was miserable and I hated my life. I struggled by, day after day, and when I was fourteen, I ran. I ran away from home, from my problems, from my life. I was stuck fending for myself, and my troubles didn't end there.
I have always been different from all of the Ga Ga kids. The weirdo, the loner, the loser, the unwanted - the outcast. They all dress in tight, revealing clothing of various bright colours; I guess thats supposed to make up for their dull personalities or something. I, on the other hand, wear black. I usually wear a black skirt, and a baggy, black shirt with holes in it, because it's red stitching has come undone. My hair is black and purple. However, these sorts of things are the least of the difference between me and the Ga Ga kids. The major difference is our attitudes. The Ga Ga kids, overall, are overly happy, idiotic jerks. They think they are superior and they have no mind of their own. They do what everyone else is doing, or whatever is considered cool. I refuse to be a certain way so that others will accept me. Their behavior is disgusting, and I almost puked the first time I saw one of their ridiculous outfits. I mean, come on, you'd have to be BLIND if you were going to be happy to see one of those things.
My point being I wanted nothing to do with any of the Ga Ga kids. So, in my many attempts to avoid them, I ended up isolating myself. I hated being with the Ga Ga kids and I made that quite clear. Soon I became the target of their ridiculing. I hated myself for not being able to understand what they wanted. I also hated myself for being so hard to understand. I hated my life.
I was too smart to do stupid things, like taking drugs. Still, the ridiculing continued for many years, and, resultingly, I started hating everyone. Every person or artificially created life form. Every Ga Ga kid - anyone. I couldn't trust any of them.
In 2308, things were still bad at the beginning. However, it was in 2308 that my life took a turn for the better. (I was eighteen then, incase any of those chirpy morons are reading this.) In 2308 I met Galileo Figaro and we went on the journey of a life time.