Blond, tall, slightly waxy, Gerritt was the genius in the family with an IQ of 168. His parents had had him tested before their untimely death. He wore wire rimmed glasses. He was the geek now but in ten years he would be the boss of most of his brothers and probably most of Sweden. At seventeen he was already halfway there.
He'd been eyeing a girl for about ten years now, he figured he only needed another ten to work up the courage to talk to her. He was very shy.
He had about a dozen different phobias.
Claustrophobia, he was Germaphobic, he was scared of water, fire, heights, stairs, open sky, pretty much anything you can think of he was afraid of.
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Pain Has No Comparison
Ficção AdolescenteA young boy with CIP must find out what happened to a man in his dreams. A heart or a worrier leads him into sticky situation. As he tries to solve a murder he also strives to find out why and how he has this disease.