My life is a study in frustration. Everyone thinks I don't pay attention to anything, don't notice, but I do. They're just moving too slow! Do you know what it is to be able to race up to the front of the class, doodle all over her face, and be back in my seat before she can turn around? There's no challenge anymore. That's why I tried taking on Daniels as a rival. I knew about his mutation and thought I might finally have a chance of a serious challenge in my life. But it didn't work. It never works. They're all too slow.

Finally, I gave up on finding that kind of challenge. There was nobody that could keep up. Sure, I still hang with the guys, but its like watching the monkeys at the zoo. I'm the kid throwing the peanuts, they're the ones on display. They're, they'rekindamyfriends, but they can't keep up. It feels like they take hours to get one sentence out. They say I talk too fast, but they have no idea. No idea how much I slow down for them.

You know all that junk the teachers always give you about challenging yourself, exceeding your own limitations? I've started doing that, because that's all that's open to me. The other routes are tapped out. You know the real reason I tried to help Daddy-dearest? I knew about his mutant experiments and was hoping I could convince him to make another speedster. Someone who could keep up, stave off the boredom.

That's actually why I got my ear pierced, for something to do. I wanted to see if I could stay in place while something was hurting me. Sounds like it would all be over in an instant, doesn't it. I don't know how fast it was for you. but I know how slow it was for me. I counted twenty-three heartbeats while the stud was going through my ear. I never even moved, but self-mutilation isn't my style. I proved I could take the pain, so I needed something new.

I haven't gotten to Daddy-dearest yet, even tried studying hypnosis and his lab notes, but it didn't work. Leading me to where I am now. The attempt to bring my already perfect looks up to the next level. I used to be one of the guys that laughed at anyone who took time on their looks, but now I'm one of them. Because time is all I have. I've tried every gel, every shampoo on the market, but it got old after a while. That's why I'm doing what I am now.

First for the contacts. I've got twenty-twenty vision, but blue looks so much better on me than brown. Not even the guys know, and I intend to keep it that way. First time one of them were short-up on cash they'd sell that tibit to Daniels.

Next the hair. Everyone thinks it must take me forever to style it the way I do, but it's actually pretty fast. All I have to do is put the gel in my bangs and take a few laps around the block at super-speed. That pushes them into place, dries them, and leaves me with a look nobody else can come anywhere close to copying. Especially since nobody else can get my hair down right. It's naturally white, but I'm the one that added in those little silver-white highlights.

I've got the make-up out in front of me. Don't get me wrong. This time I'm not trying everything on the market. I know what people say about guys who wear make-up, so I'[m opting for the natural look. Foundation, blush, natural tones of eyeshadow, all applied with a feather-light hand. I do like getting close to the girls, and it wouldn't do to have anything thick enough to smudge.

Perfection has arrived. I've been doing this for nearly a year and have yet to find any way to improve it. So what am I supposed to do now? Where's the next challenge?

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