Chapter 1
Rachel's POV
It is funny really. No one outside of my dads would ever guess who the real me is. Even my dads only know me as far as they raised me to be and though that encompasses much more than a normal childhood, they too would find parts of my behavior at times surprising. In front of the general public Rachel had been raised to be a well-mannered child, who spoke with proper diction and elocution, and knew to behave as benefits the situation. She had been raised to be kind, understanding and generous of spirit, time and material objects with those who may need any of these things. She was very observant and conscious of her surroundings at all times, though if you asked any of her school peers they would tell you differently. They would most likely say something along the lines of, how she was self-consumed and blind to other people's feelings. The truth was, that though she had been raised "properly" she was also trained from the age of 4 years old to be ready for the end of the world as we know it. Of course, that is generalizing all that she was trained in but suffice to say no one would recognize her if she showed them THAT part of herself. The geeky, know-it-all diva that she was seen as at school was truly just a cover. A way for her to integrate into society and be a part of the everyday world around her while not allowing anyone to know that she would one day be their savior, or at least one of them. Her dads had planned her life for a long time before she was even born. She was what she told others she was; the product of a mix of her dads' DNA and a surrogate mother. That just wasn't the complete truth. The truth was she was a test tube baby, to put it simply. Yes, both her fathers' DNA was used, but only those parts that would allow for the very best product of humanity as well as the DNA of several women, not just the egg from one single woman. She has known this truth since she was four years old, which was when they began to truly train her to become who they would need in the future. She was 12 years old when she learned she wasn't the only one. That had been a shock while not much else had been up to then. She really thought she was one of a kind and it had always made her feel absolutely alone. She didn't have friends really, only kids she knew as peers in school and there were not many who wanted to be the "know-it-all's" friend, especially once they learned she had two dads. That was a whole world of ridiculousness to Rachel. Why so many people thought it wrong for her two fathers to love each other was beyond her. Oh she understood the idea of what people believed, be it because of religious conviction or simple bigotry, but really, it was ridiculous. Live and let live she believed. As long as you didn't harm anyone just live your life and let everyone else live theirs. Anyway, the way she discovered she wasn't the only one like herself was one day at dance class…
