Sensibility Spawns Lots Of Good Outcomes Book 1

Chapter 98: Noxolo, Fifth New Daughter of Optimus Prime

(Flash Forward: Uniend Cluster 831.1012.514.1014.25.07.02.23.32 Zeta-Alpha-Kappa, Thursday, March 8th, 2007, first person POV...)

Have you ever wondered what normal is?

Well, normal is basically conforming and adapting to a standard custom of our world, which are usually common, typical, or expected of you in some cases. Such as, for example, in a family bloodline of specific kinds of people, it's normal for new children born in such families of painters, fashion designers, toy makers, and doctors to study for their family bloodline jobs in high school and college to become their parents' successors depending on whether or not they show even the slightest bit of interest.

But in high school terms, normal means being like everyone else in society, depending on where in the world you live. Such as, for example, girls being concerned with being beautiful, being concerned with being swimmers, being concerned with being cheerleaders, being concerned with being nail artists, being concerned with getting earrings, bracelets, and nail polish, and among other things, being concerned with the latest in women's fashionable clothes in their specific sizes.

In essence, being boring.

But as Catherine Ponder once said, "If people only knew the healing power of laughter and joy, many of our fine doctors would be out of business. Joy is one of nature's greatest medicines. Joy is always healthy. A pleasant state of mind tends to bring abnormal conditions back to normal." Although I'm pretty sure that that quote doesn't apply to wanting to be different than other people no matter what gender you are.

I am Noxolo Paxton, also known as Amaogechukwu Prime, and I was definitely yet another rare individual who dared to be different from most high school girls, and for that and even in spite of the potential badmouthing and antagonizing, I was proud to do so.

Many people who go to Jasper High School as a student are also willing to confess that, like my two older sisters, I was beautiful.

Whenever I stepped out into sunlight, my sky blue hair would glow, and whenever a breeze occurred around me, my long flowing locks would move and flow down to the gentle ripples of my breasts and the gentle lines of muscle on my back to resemble a holy, divine fire from the forces of Heaven if God used His fire powers and the flames came out in blue. And trust me, as was shown with Ghost Rider comic books featuring the Ghost Rider in blue flames, holy fire is MUCH hotter than any other form of fire, including hellish demonic fire.

Anyway, in addition to my hair being beautiful, my emerald eyes were intimidating and they would darken whenever I got full of rage.

Of course, because I stood at seven feet tall, that combined with my slightly blocky and slightly petite frame meant that anyone who tried to seduce me or who tried to rape me would end up with more than a broken pelvis or a large headache.

But that was as far as they went with how much they knew me.

The people at Jasper High School would describe me as similar to Larisa Antipova from Doctor Zhivago. And I quote, "Selfless, having a thirst for knowledge, but dutifully aware that even outside of mad scientist crimes or zombie apocalypses, the real world can't always have people afford to have such luxuries in their lives."