I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. The other kids who are happy to sit through school for eighteen years, get married to people their parents decide are suitable, have children of their own. I don't want that. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. My hair is not blonde or black, but dappled browns. My skin is not black or white, but something in between. I don't want to be the only one without a family. I don't want this.
In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. This is what we have always been told, our whole goddamned lives. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white.
That is how it is meant to be.
But then this wouldn't be much of a story.
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Oddball
HorrorI'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be s...
