Note - This is all a very very rough draft of a story I have barely planned. My writing style is basically to wing it for a page or two, and see if I like the plot. So here goes nothing.
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"Where did it all go wrong?"
I know what you are probably thinking as I write that line, and I ask you to not judge me for what it implicates. It isn't one of those stories that focus on what happened, past, present, or future, and what caused my descent into this sad place. Rather, this is a story of what I didn't do. What I could have done, but decided not to. It's a story of my character, and how I ended up doing what I wanted right to the end. I'm not that old or wise, but my choices seemed right, the timing seemed inconsequential. I'm not going to lie, I think that my life style is right. I just think I did it wrong.
I guess we should start with the beginning...
It was a cloudy day, nothing special or extraordinary, there's no magic in the air, no invincible vampires, and no tragedy on day one. In fact, it's just like every other day in our plain and normal human world. Birds still fly, fish still swim, robots haven't taken over, and fiction is only true in fairy tales.
I'm just your average twenty-one year old male college student. I'm a senior at this college, which shall remain nameless. I'm a faceless person blending into an ever growing crowd of my peers. My features are nothing special, I have no super powers, I'm just a plain old normal human. Go on the internet, and look up the word human. That's me. I'm nothing special at all.
Sorry if I'm sounding redundant, but there's nothing special about me, or this day, nothing special at all. I haven't even used an exclamation point yet. This story is as dry as day.
I get out of bed the same way as everyone, I get dressed one pant leg at a time, I brush my teeth for precisely four minutes every morning, I even get to class on time. I'm not in a relationship, and I don't party or do any athletics or club activities.
I'm no idiot though. I'm actually a genius. I have the ability to do anything I want, and be good at it. Trumpet? Give me a minute to get my bearings. Want me to be a star point guard? Give me a day to get used to the ball. Need a business plan? I'll draw one up in my sleep. I'm no doubt reminded of these unnatural talents by my so called friends every single day, saying I've been blessed by God himself.
I don't see this as a gift though. I see it as a curse. Every day of the past twenty-one years, I've never had to put a significant amount of effort into anything. It's resulted in me being good at everything.
I'm a social outcast, I'm a freak. I'm a monster.
That's why I've abandoned any desire in life. Ambitions ruin your health, and I have no desire to keep climbing the ladder since I'll take it down before lunch time.
So I guess I lied. I am special. Can you blame me for wanting to not be special though? Is it so much to ask to want to be like everyone else? To be wanted as a normal member of society? Is it so wrong to want a little peace?
Don't ask why I'm telling you this. I don't know myself. Maybe, just maybe you can set my mind free. Put me at ease.
What's my name you ask?
My name is Jeff Phelps.
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That's all I have so far.
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Go to IT!!!
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