Dear Destiney,

CHAPTER-2

I had always been labelled as a smart, nerd just cause I had an immense fondness for computer, mathematics, science, machines and the universe: the heavens above and scored well enough to grab the second or third position in the class, left the first position just cause I would feel pity for the bookworms, kidding ah yeah I never worked that hard to get it. Well listen up, I always found it more easy to understand a machine, if there is any error, it would do beep-beep "syntax error!" and that's it, you know the problem and can find your way to solve it. Just imagine how easy life would have been if people showed errors too, like while flirting with the most badass and popular girl in your class, if the flirt didn't work a red box saying "Syntax error, unable to connect to the server! Try again later." showed up, rather than she giving you a rolling eye and twinkling her fingers in a wave to call her one of the boyfriends from the next class so he could come and embarrass himself in front of her and me cause I take no shit from no one *Aaaahup*, HOW EASY LIFE WOULD HAVE BEING!

I had always been overly mysterious like a mafia not letting anybody get a hang of what I am thinking and doing ever, but not exceptionally sad like an emo, its always better to work in silence, I don't let people get into my boundaries so easily, if I let you in..just know that you are very special to me. I always dreamed of being a gentleman always, even though I might not dress like one, a black Fedora and a stick, but I enjoyed treating everybody the right way and the most prestigious way I could cause this world has enough of cruel in it already, never being a nice guy and never being a bad guy, I roll in the middle, not to nice and not to bad, yeah both flavors in one *winky face, bows with the fedora in hand*.

I didn't like to be labelled, never wanted to fit in a horde, I am who I am, so I decided to change something in my lifestyle, finally in 1959 straight four years after I shifted, the first month I made up my mind that this year I am gonna go full fledge socializing with the fellow people of my locality, and I even had a fitness transformation craze fueling up my middle teen ages around 16 years old, so I started paying attention to it too, well honestly started paying more attention to my fitness, cause yeah a fitbod gets you all the girls, that was not my motive and never will be though. I had no idea, that some people in my locality would be so awesome and supportive, and that's how I starting making good friends, man was it easy.

"I have kids in my basement", a girl struggling with the basketball, dribbling the ball into a place farther than her before turning to the abandoned basket..her coordination skills looked kind of dull...., "I've got a dozen of them to feed before dinnertime" she adds while laughing heavily, who knew this kidnapper girl would end up being my bestfriend. "Isn't that illegal?" I asked, for a moment I completely believed her that she has a dozen of kids slaved up in her basement.

Always had some level of anger issues in me, when in anger I feel heartless and dangerous, needing to throw and rip anything in my sight and if nothing is visible doing self harm not to that extent where I end up having broken bones, no I have that much control on me everytime, I know having anger issues is something not to flex about, and is not even one percent hot but it often gives you some souvenirs to carry till death.

Here is one, back in my 8th grade, I had been trying to get into an astronomical club in my new school "The royal aeronautical society" but my application was denied cause...cause I was NEW in the school, what a disappointment, it was enough to make me rage cause it was a club I always wanted to get into, back on my way home there was this bully who always tried to pick on me, why you may ask? Cause I was NEW, NEW to the locality, he had very giant forearms like Popeye the sailor man, but instead it looked like it didn't have spinach or muscles in it, just a lot of oil and fat, he was obese might I add, and wore the same device as Jade that helped him see better, while walking he very purposefully bumped onto my shoulder fosho cause there was a alot of space next to me for a fat guy like him to walk without any problem or adjustment.

That was it for me, I asked him to stop and delivered a light punch straight on his face, it wasn't supposed to be light but I stopped my hand a little near his face cause I was NEW and didn't want any bad repercussions. Not gonna lie, he punched me back too, and way harder than I did but my rage made me feel no pain at all. "Okay that's it" I gathered all my strength into my 5 finger fist and bashed my knuckles on his head like a viking's ram breaking the castle door, his magical device that made him see better went flying away, and it looked quite......broken, he came to his senses and before he could just lift me up and throw other people nearby saw us playing martial arts and weren't impressed cause its something not so fancied on the streets so they asked us to stop, and we stopped like two obedient children.

Everything can go wrong where anger is involved.