~*I hope you like the way I've written the squints(and Booth) past's!*~
Why am I so different? A seven year old Zack Addy stood in the doorway to his older brother's room. His three brother's had exclueded him from the game of 'the gound is lava' because he kept rationalizing the game. It wasn't his fault it was so obsurd.
Am I broken? He's overheard his sisters reidiculing him, saying he was to wierd to be right. That his rational thought's were creepy and that he would never fit in. That night he cried himself to sleep.
Am I a freak? His supposively equal school mates loved calling him a freak. Though he went to a private school for the gifted he was the smartest. It was a curse. It was his curse.
I fit in here. Zack loved his job. His teacher and friend Dr. Temperance Brennan was just as rational, if not more than him. He had friends here, real friends. He was accepted here.
I am broken. His hands hurt. But that didn't compare to the pain in his heart. It was irrational to feel such pain he had done as the master had instructed. Rationality would not save him from Dr. Brennan's truth. He had faulty logic. He had failed.
I am a freak. He lay in his bed at the asylum with his arm over his eyes. His marred hands were covered by black gloves. His hair had grown back to its floppy length. All he could do was think of what he had lost. What he had done to himself.
~*Poor Zack! ;.;*~