Doctor Stein had been preparing for this day, for the last fifteen days. Throughout these fifteen days he dedicated all his time to teaching his creation how to walk, talk and feed itself, amongst other basic things a teenager would need to know. Luckily for his creation their brain had been outsourced and pieced together from donors of high intelligence so simple tasks were no problem. Still, it was apparent that what information the lifeform retained was a mixed bag, one minute understanding beginners quantum physics yet lacking the knowledge of what a fork is. Showing his creation that its not socially acceptable to eat with your bare hands was a good starting point if they were to assimilate with other teenagers. Though, to completely blend in with their peers they would need to learn from them in person. Doctor Stein had sat them in front of reruns of reality T.V to try to give them a jumping point. They had began to want to dress in skirts and heels. Wanting to style their hair in the same way the human teenagers were. Victor couldn't provide them with anything new, just what had been left behind in his divorce.

They weren't a human in the traditional sense. Most humans if they saw them would be horrified by the Doctors biological mismatched puzzle pieces. Yet, Doctor Stein was determined to prove his breakthrough in creating life out of human remains was valuable. The being did not have blood running through its body, instead the limbs were animated by electricity, having to be recharged at least once a day. Very much like a human who needs sleep.

'Frankie Stein'

He marvelled at his monster child, whom blinked at him one eye at a time. They had the appearance of a teenage girl and had adopted this in almost all departments of their being. He had high hopes of their success in school, and the worlds acceptance of reanimated beings being capable of existing.

The first day of school is always hard on a parent, but especially when the child has never met another person other than him. He entrusted Frankie's life today on the faculty of 'Merston High' a private school on the outskirts of town. They boast about their ability to raise the dead just like any other teenager in New Salem.

Doctor Stein tried to put on a brave face at breakfast. Frankie sat opposite him chowing down on their dry cornflakes, they couldn't handle the soggy texture of adding milk yet. Frankie was showing signs of being left handed, most likely as a result of one of the brain donors. Frankie had long black and white hair and skin that varied in tone from green to purple depending on the body part. They had mismatched eyes, one green and one blue, though both eyes passed the optical exams with flying colours.

"Father?" Frankie broke the silence. "Why am I going to this place?"

Victor looked at his child directly and tried to smile through his lie. "To become the person you are meant to be, for you to grow up properly," Of course Frankie had a higher purpose in terms of the point he was trying to prove to science as a whole.

Frankie nodded trying their best to understand what growing up meant. Growing up to them as of this day meant to be just like their father, maybe a scientist or Doctor and to create their own life. But T.V had shown that teenagers went out and partied, talked about boys and gossiped about eachother. It was all very confusing how this connected to eventually being a doctor.

"Mrs Bloodgood will be coming to personally pick you up soon, she's the headmistress in charge of your school," Victor tried to inject some enthusiasm into his voice. "She's going to help you adjust to your school life,"

Frankie had a bag of books and pens sat next to them almost immediately. The books ranged from the works of Shakespeare to the "hisstory of human and monster conflict". Frankie still didn't know if they were human or a monster, their body felt human but their appearance was gruesome. Their brain functioned but their heart didn't beat. Frankie felt different the first time they hugged their father, hearing his heart beat in a continuous rhythm. It was an oddly saddening experience. To be alive but not quite.

A harsh and firm knock at the door sent a shiver down Doctor Steins spine. It was already time. He got up from his wooden chair and breathed heavily with every step closer to the door. A slender towering woman stood before him. She was wearing a long dark purple coat and black horse riding boots. Her long spindly fingers covered by a pair of leather gloves. Her cheeks were gaunt and sharply carved into her ice white skin.

"Doctor Stein, pleasure, is the child ready?" Her voice was stern but not mean.

She firmly shook Doctor Stein's wrinkled hand. Frankie's eyes met the womans almost immediately. The woman cocked her head to the side at the sight of Frankie. Their face stitched together crudely with thick black thread. Bloodgood had heard of Simulacrums before but it had only been successfully done once before Frankie's time. Victor looked at them with hope, he was banking on their success.

"Come on my dear, you don't want to be late on your first day do you?" Miss Bloodgood cooed to Frankie, who sat silently at the table still.