Ever since I can remember, I have been a freak.

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Ever since I can remember, I have been a freak.

Post by PhantomThing on Tue Nov 25, 2008 2:28 pm

Ever since I can remember, I have been a freak. Not one of those good kinds of freaks, the one with friends who laugh a little too loud, or act a little too crazy at school, but one of the freaks that no one can figure out. Over the years I've noticed that my mind doesn't work quite the same way as everyone else's, like it isn't riding on the same frequency as the people's around me are. I once tried to explain this to my mother after one of our many talks about my nonexistent friendships, that perhaps I couldn't make friends because I couldn't relate to any of my peers, but this only started a new argument on the fact that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me and I was perfectly normal. To that, I laugh.

If you tried to tell anyone that knew me in my life before Amelia that I was perfectly normal they would have made fun of you. It wasn't just the way I acted or the way I did things that was strange, it was just the way I was. Even my mother's many house guests knew that I was different, you could tell in the way they watched me when they were over. Something about me didn't match up with their ideas of a normal child.

Now, don't take my words as derogatory, I don't feel sad about my situation or anything of that sort. In fact, now that I understand why it was that I never fit in, it all makes perfect sense to me. I can see why the kids in my classes at school never wanted to be partnered with me, why they didn't talk to me if they could help it. When I was really young, elementary school maybe, I cried everyday when I came home. I couldn't understand what it was that I had done wrong, what I had done to make them hate me. Then later, as I got older, I learned to ignore it, to block those who blocked me.

But of course, as everything got easier for me, my mother felt the need to step in. She was worried, she told me. It was weird that I had never had any friends over, never been invited to a sleepover like regular girls my age. But by then I had accepted my life as an outcast, it didn't seem strange to me that while my classmates were out at a movie on Friday nights I was at home reading or taking care of my dog, Mischa. So it made sense that I fought with my mother on my last normal day on Earth when she started another of her countless arguments with me about my friends, or lack thereof.

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Re: Ever since I can remember, I have been a freak.

Post by PhantomThing on Tue Nov 25, 2008 3:49 pm

Aden and I looked at each other when the shouting started. It sounded like it was coming from the small town up ahead but it didn't make any sense. Why would anyone be fighting at a funeral, especially at a funeral as important as this one?

The glance I and my sister exchanged was only a second long and yet in that time we agreed to stop movement so we could hear better. No verbal exchange had happened and I found myself wondering how we had both known what the other wanted. The fact that I had never been close to anyone in my life except my dog meant that usually it took a while to get my point across to anyone. But here, it seemed, I wasn't as different.

"Lec," Aden whispered to me, "I think I hear Looked, but I can't really tell who he's with. Or why he's yelling for that matter..." I could tell that she was worried about him but I didn't understand why. Ian had told me that Looked was trained both in offense and defense, it was one of the reasons he believed Looked would be an asset on our journey.

"So, let's go find out," I whispered back to her as I started walking along the path leaving her standing behind me. "It's the only way to find out, and anyways, I don't feel like being late to the funeral, I'd feel terrible." In truth I hadn't been to a funeral before and would have liked to skip it but it didn't seem like Aden was going to move anytime soon if I didn't remind her why exactly we were walking through the forest.

Aden gave a small shrug indicating that she didn't really want to follow me but then walked up to me. We continued on our way to Odin, the yelling becoming more audible as we got closer to the source. Soon the path we had been following widened and opened up to a town square. There, next to the Mourning Hall, was a group of people that had, by the looks of it, been the source of the yelling.

Aden's shoulders dropped as she looked over at the group then muttered something about "behaving like a child" before she strode over to them. I felt compelled to follow and did so, hoping to meet the Looked that Ian had talked about on my second night in Amelia.

"Harmon, you need to leave now," I heard an identical copy of my voice say sternly as Aden turned to a tall boy with blonde colored hair. "How dare you come around here just to start trouble? This isn't some stupid game we're playing."

The boy I now knew as Harmon rounded on her with a look of fury on his face, "There isn't a reason in all of Amelia that I shouldn't be here," he muttered angrily, "I'm just as much allowed here as you are, and even more allowed that this creep here," he gestured to a boy his height with sandy brown hair.

As he spoke the last sentence the sandy haired boy in question retaliated, "No one said you weren't allowed, she merely told you to leave. Exactly what I've been telling you for the past ten minutes. Go the fuck home Harmon, run home to mommy and tell on me for pushing you on the ground."

Aden whirled around and smacked the boy on the head, "You hit him, Looked?! No wonder he's so angry!" But before Harmon had a chance to smile she had rounded back on him, "You heard me, get home before someone comes along, you'll be sorry if you don't. All you and your brothers do is cause trouble here." She looked at him fiercely, something that would have made me quiver if it hadn't been my face staring at them like that.

If looks could kill, I thought suddenly, then Aden would be dead by now. Before turning to walk away Harmon and the three boys accompanying him all stared at her as though sending knives through their eyes. But it worked, after standing for a moment(probably thinking of something smart to say) the group left, making loud, rude jokes about the three people they had left behind.

Looked glared angrily at Aden who returned the expression, both angry at what the other had done. I stood off to the side, not wanting to get in between the two when they looked so scary, but watching the other boy that stood beside Looked. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes and was even taller than the Harmon boy had been. He watched the two fight with a small smile on his face, something I wouldn't have been brave enough to do for fear they would choose me to scream at next.

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