She spelled out her daughter's name, as I wrote with my right hand. The writing looked horrible, because I'm left-handed. But everyone knows left-handed people are frowned upon. Because right-handed people are jealous of us. We're the only ones who can save the world. We're also smarter. Wait...Actually, that's not true. It's because we're weak. And everyone can see our weakness.
Anyway. My writing looked so bad her name read, "Azalya" Instead of "Azalea". And I didn't mind. But her mother did. I wrote it in pen instead of pencil. So there was no erasing. Her mother thought I was clumsy, and didn't want me to hold Azalea...Or, I should say, thanks to me, Azalya. But I did anyway. Something was different about her. I knew right away. Her eyes were the color of mud. Not green. Not blue. Not fakely brown. (Hazel xD) Being fakely brown-eyed was rare, but it meant nothing. Blue & green eyed-babies were a dime a dozen. Actually less. But brown eyes..That means something. It means EVERYTHING. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't...And she wasn't crying. Which meant she didn't have depression. Which meant THEY would use her. I had to stop them.
I poked Azalya with a test tube, hoping for her to cry. She didn't. In fact, she giggled. I poked her harder. More giggles. I sighed, and handed her the tube. Might as well let her be happy while she can. She picked it up. With her left hand. My eyes widened. "Simple mistake Azalya." I said, as I put it back in her right. She picked it up, yet again with her left. "No. Azalya, that's not happening. You're RIGHT HANDED." Back in the left. "AZALYA..." I sighed. She was left handed, of course she was. Maybe it was a phase. But it wasn't.
