Summary: A nine year old Alpha is found, he has enhanced synesthesia but instead of turning one senses on and turning the others off he can process smell, touch, sight, taste, and sound at the same time.

CHAPTER ONE: MICHAEL

The first day was always the worst for Michael, he sometimes thought that summer would last longer like the book he read about thrones and summers lasting a decade and winters a liftime. The bullies after school would gang up on him again, and the fact that public transportation scares him was no help either. Michael was lost, he had no friends a school and he did want to make friends but the other kids did not like him, he does not even know why. Michael's favorite subject in school was science, he loved learning about space and exploration most of all, and plants, cells, the way that the brain works. He loved learning about Italy, and learning Italian on his own, his favorite food is penne boscaiola that he learned to cook himself because his mother was always out. He has a dog named Alpha, which means acceleration, the first variable. Michael does not like noisy places and it aggitates him everytime during gym class or during school meeting in the gym and sports.

Mr. Gummer taught art. Art class was one of the activities that Michael enjoyed because it was quiet and it allowed him to concentrate on his work. Mr. Gummer always told him how good he was at art and that he did not fail in surprising him everytime he created not just another work of art but a work of genius; simple things that most people would not take notice in. He liked that.

Dr. Lee Rosen stood outside the principal's door, he was an old friend and both men have not seen each other in almost thirty-five years since high school Rosen was sure that John Allen did not expect to see himself be a principal back in high school. Rosen knocked on the door and opened it only to see the other man rise up from his chair and shake his hand. It has indeed been a long time.

"I'm sorry I troubled you Lee but this boy his got something going on." Principal John Allen said, he was a thin man, much like the neurologist himself but shorter and he looked somewhat younger, he had thick rimmed glasses on. "He's a little eccentric and precaucious. I'd like you to check on him, we had psychologists see him before, he says that he could tell what people ate recently I don't know." Allen added and picked up the telephone. "Martha, can you please bring me Michael's file please? Okay, thank you." He hung up and cleared his throat. "He's a good kid. He gets in a lot of trouble though especially in gym class, he doesn't like loud places, or sports."

The door opened and Martha handed the files to the principal.

"Thank you Martha." Said Allen as he handed over the files to Rosen. "I want you to take a look at this."

"Alright, would you like me to see him?" asked Rosen as he flipped the pages of the folder. "Excels in math and science, likes chemistry I'm not surprised at all." He said while Allen looked on. "I honestly don't see why you have to hand this file over to me Jack, but if it's alright i'd like to see this boy."

"Okay Lee, he's in art class now...I think." Allen added. "Thanks Lee, come on I'll show you where he is."

Michael wanted to use some violet paint but his tube had ran out and he had a hard time talking to others so he took one of Stacy Freeman's when she was not looking. He did not know if lying was bad, but he knew that he was not stealing, and he would return it back to where it belonged. Michael was sure that someparts of the horse nebula looked like it had some violet in them, maybe it was red.

Dr. Rosen saw all this happening and he smiled to himself not quite seeing any of his patients a little too shy, maybe Rachel but he could not see her not talking to someone out of shyness that she can't ask permission.

"Where's my violet tube? Has anyone-Michael! You stole it!" she screamed out in horror like it was a mortal sin. "Mr. Gummer! Mr. Gummer! Michael stole from me! He's a thief!" she shrieked and the teacher tried to make sense of the matter at hand.

"Michael did you steal Stacy's tube?" The boy shook his head.

"I was going to return it Mr. Gummer, it's not the same thing!" The little boy replied, Dr. Rosen could see Michael's defense mechanism working its way through.

"They are, it doesn't matter if the tube is back in Stacy's position but it matters weather there would still be the same amount of paint in it left for her to use." The teacher was calm, the neurologist noticed this he kenw exactly what he was doing but what happened next was unexpected.

"You're a thief Michael! You need to apologize right now!" said the little girl in pigtails. "I'm telling my mommy when she gets here!" Then Stacy took hold of Michael's nebula painting and smudged her paintbrush all over it. The other children grabbed their paint tubes and smeared it all over his painting and they were all laughing. "Crook! Crook! Crook!" they all chanted.

He was in shock, he could not believe that this was still happening it was straight out of Lord of the Flies. He froze inside unable to move.

Michael covered his ears with his hands and screamed loudly while the art teacher got outside after noticing them.

"Sir I am so sorry, it's happened again." Said the art teacher.

Rosen turned to his friend. "You mean this has happened before?"

"Yes sir, and not just art class." Replied Gummer. "The first day of school and this happens."

"I think you should dismiss them early Tom." Said the principal. "This is Dr. Rosen, the neurologist I told you about."

The teacher went back inside.

"Class dismissed!" the students filed out immediately. "Don't forget to wash your hands!" he reminded them.

The two men entered the room and found Michael in a corner with his hands still covering his ears but he was no longer screaming, his face was red and his eyes had unwiped tears rolling down his face. Rosen crouched down and faced the boy.

"Michael, I need you to listen to me, please don't cover your ears." He took the boy's hands away from his ears. "I can't talk to you if you can't hear me." The doctor took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped away Michael's tears.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Michael asked curiously.

"I am Dr. Lee Rosen,and I'm here to help you." The word help was never common in school or at home but today was a different day.

"Okay." The boy replied still not sure of why the older man wanted to help.

"Now why don't we stand up and take a seat if you'd like." Michael did so easily. "Good."

"Why are you helping me? Stacy Freeman said I'm a thief." The boy said. "Why would you want to help a thief?" he asked, his head was spinning with multiple questions to ask the doctor.

"Because everyone has the right to be understood." He ruffled the boys dark brown hair and smiled at him.

He looks like he wants to help but maybe just for today like all the other people who asked me questions after school. Michael thought to himself, oddly enough he smiled back at the older man.