My Perfectly Crazy Life

Background Information

You are practically perfect, you speak every language, you are exceptionally smart, your a child prodigy, not to mention you are incredibly gorgeous. You never wear make up yet you naturally look like a magazine model. Your mom died when you were born and your father blamed you for it. He was neglectful when you were young. When you were 2 weeks old you were able to say mom, dad, and a few other words including words in other languages. When you were a month and a half you could speak full sentences as well as sentences in other languages. You were also able to do 3rd grade math. You were gifted, and when you were one, you had already surpassed 9th grade level education. You naturally accumulated knowledge without even having to be taught it or even given the information. When you were three it was found out that your dad was being neglectful and you were taken away and placed in an orphanage. Shortly after they discovered your gifts and wanting to cultivate your gifts and set you on the path of learning early, sent you to different areas of the world to study abroad. By that time you had already mastered advanced trigonometry, had a professional understanding of literature, had mentally mapped the entire geography of the world, memorized all of U.S. history, politics, government, and etc, as well as had 12th grade understanding of science. You learned rapidly and the more you learned the faster you learned. It helped that you had a photographic memory. By the time you were seven you knew everything you possibly could about every country in South America, Africa, Australia, and Europe, as well as all the islands all over the world. You could also speak all their languages. When you were twelve you had a knowledge so vast that it was as though you had spent many lifetimes learning in great detail everything you could about every subject under the sun. (You had also gone to best college in the world and graduated with the highest degree in every subject there.) After that you spent your time with professors discussing ways to better the world and if they doubted your ability to understand because of your age you quickly set them straight. When you weren't spending time talking with professors you were either reading, creating music, drawing, or working out. Staying fit and healthy was something you prided yourself on above all else. However you weren't really healthy not emotionally anyways. You were strong and physically fit nonetheless. You had also mastered every martial arts/fighting style, gymnastics, every dance style, and every other athletic activity that wasn't a team sport. When you turned thirteen you started getting more emotional, like always you never let anyone see what you were feeling though. To them you were emotionally frozen. You started to become more and more depressed. You even started cutting, but the cuts you made never lasted long. They never lasted more than a day, let alone leaved scars. You didn't tell anyone about this though. After a while you locked yourself up in your small apartment in Japan and didn't show up to any of the professors meetings for a month. After this one of the professors came to check up on you and found you holed up in your room not doing anything just staring at the ceiling, you responded to his questions and when he asked if everything was okay you lied and said everything was fine. However as months went by you seemed to progressively get worse and the professors started to worry more and more about you. Finally, when you were fifteen, one of the professors decided that you needed to spend more time with people your own age and so decided to enroll you in a highschool. You would go to Renoko Highschool.

A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it. I'm going to post maybe one or two more parts just to really get the story started then its going to be up to you guys wether I continue it or not. Comments are appreciated.