Prologue
I'm strong. I'm fast. I can survive for 2 months without food or water.
I'm genetically enhanced to be a better version of a human.
I am a Freak.
That's actually what people call me.
Kinda sucks, being called a Freak everyday.
Then again, you sure haven't gone through what I have.
I live in a home for "special" people like me.
There's just one thing I don't get.
I don't understand why my parents would allow scientists to poke and prod me all they wanted.
Why did they ruin my life?
Ruin my chances of happiness?
Oh wait, I know the answer to that.
They were greedy bitches.
Both of them.
If you allow your child to be genetically enhanced, you get 20 million dollars.
I don't really get why the child doesn't get the money, because they have to go through fucking hell throughout their life.
I want to have a life, to get a job, go to a normal school.
But no. My greedy parents had to send me away, give me up for money.
Or as they like to say, "For the greatness of this world. Hunny, you know we love science".
Hunny my ass.
They are money hungry people, along with so many other parents out there.
I'm not the only genetically modified person out there, but I am the first, and therefore, the oldest.
So, like I said before, I live in a special home, with "special" kids like me, too strong and fast to live in the outside world.
My name is Jewel, and I am the first Freak ever made.
