Prologue
Mom always said that was intelligent from the beginning. I ran around in my play pen, organizing my toys and trying to read the tiny story books that they had bought me. I learned my ABC's when I was ten months old, and my first word was, "Book."
I had worked my hardest in my childhood for the best grades possible. Never had I ever achieved anything lower than a B on my report card, and even then I was disappointed in myself. I should have done better, I would remind myself.
I usually never had any friends because of my intelligence. They all thought that I was strange, and awkward, so they avoided me. And I didn't mind much. That only meant that I had more time to focus in class. But every once in a while, I would get lonely and wish for company, but I had no one to go to.
Mom said that I had inherited my intelligence from her side of the family, whereas Dad says that I got it from him. It didn't matter much to me; I was just smart, that's all that mattered to them.
I wasn't in very many academic clubs or sports clubs either. If it was, it was the math club, or Band.
But then, I entered middle school. And that was hard, I must admit. You were scrutinized for everything you did, speak, or show as you were in your classes. Girls made fun of me and wrote their little preppy notes; Boys were dared to take me out to dances. And it wasn't because I was ugly. If I do say so myself, I am a very attractive girl, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body.
Somehow or another, I lived through middle school, and even came out with some friends along the way. Then high school came upon me, and it was the biggest rush of my life. More challenges, people. . . But my freshman year was the most exhilarating.
For the first time in my education, boys were actually making contact with me. They weren't thinking that I was a walking cranium, I was actually pretty to them. But of course, they found someone else to take their fancy. And I started to get more involved. I joined the track team, made many more friends, and started to dress more so that it would flatter my figure more.
Years had gone by, and now it was my high school graduation. The last few days of school. I was voted miss perfect to most, miss petite, miss beautiful, and valedictorian of my class. I walked around the school with pride, holding my head high as the boys flocked around me, talking their nonsense.
And for once, I was having the best time of my life.
Mom always said that was intelligent from the beginning. I ran around in my play pen, organizing my toys and trying to read the tiny story books that they had bought me. I learned my ABC's when I was ten months old, and my first word was, "Book."
I had worked my hardest in my childhood for the best grades possible. Never had I ever achieved anything lower than a B on my report card, and even then I was disappointed in myself. I should have done better, I would remind myself.
I usually never had any friends because of my intelligence. They all thought that I was strange, and awkward, so they avoided me. And I didn't mind much. That only meant that I had more time to focus in class. But every once in a while, I would get lonely and wish for company, but I had no one to go to.
Mom said that I had inherited my intelligence from her side of the family, whereas Dad says that I got it from him. It didn't matter much to me; I was just smart, that's all that mattered to them.
I wasn't in very many academic clubs or sports clubs either. If it was, it was the math club, or Band.
But then, I entered middle school. And that was hard, I must admit. You were scrutinized for everything you did, speak, or show as you were in your classes. Girls made fun of me and wrote their little preppy notes; Boys were dared to take me out to dances. And it wasn't because I was ugly. If I do say so myself, I am a very attractive girl, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body.
Somehow or another, I lived through middle school, and even came out with some friends along the way. Then high school came upon me, and it was the biggest rush of my life. More challenges, people. . . But my freshman year was the most exhilarating.
For the first time in my education, boys were actually making contact with me. They weren't thinking that I was a walking cranium, I was actually pretty to them. But of course, they found someone else to take their fancy. And I started to get more involved. I joined the track team, made many more friends, and started to dress more so that it would flatter my figure more.
Years had gone by, and now it was my high school graduation. The last few days of school. I was voted miss perfect to most, miss petite, miss beautiful, and valedictorian of my class. I walked around the school with pride, holding my head high as the boys flocked around me, talking their nonsense.
And for once, I was having the best time of my life.