Finding myself

Prologue

My name is Flora, my Dad being in love with French Culture my name was already chosen by the time my gender was revealed. It was a constant battle to get people pronounce my name correctly, I ended being nicknamed Flo which I hated. I was two years old when my parent noticed that I was not developing at the same pace comparing to children my age , my dad told me he knew from the moment he laid his eyes on me that I was brilliant, well I turned ou to be more than that I was a genius, I had an unexplainable capacity to assimilate things incredibly fast. The psychologists that diagnosed me told my parents, that grade-skipping seems pretty conspicuous in my case. Well that was indeed a very accurate prediction, teachers were very clear with my parents that I was waisting my time and put me in advanced classes until my mum had enough when I started freshman year in a new High School at 11, she refused and told the high school principal straightforwardly that I was not to skip a grade until graduation.

I rarely socialized, all my encounters were monitored by my parents from a young age. This contributed to my lack of social skills and my unbelievable awkwardness that lends me to talk solely about school subjects. Don't get me wrong the most interactions I get up to now with people in my class where related to papers and group projects. So it is presumptuous of me to even think that I was interesting to them as a human being and not the jail bait genius. However,
I always physically blended in with my classmate as I was extremely tall for my age and now am a confortable 5 feet 11, blond with green eyes, unfortunately I has too little chances of being a blue eyed girl as my parents both had amazing green eyes people, with gorgeous brown hair.

I remember being invited as a freshman in High school to a party, my mum took the matter into her own hands and called the parents of Kate who invited wholeheartedly and my little secret I managed to keep for two weeks was revealed, everyone in this class knew I was only  11.

I was not surprised, I calculated I had 3 % chances of going to the party but I overestimated my chances of hiding my age throughout high school. I never expected my mum to actually to discover my plan I was going to discuss my participation to that party with my dad as a way for me to experience social behavior among my peers, I would have pleaded and even accepted an early curfew. Looking back at it, it was very unlikely. What kind of a father allow is 11 year old daughter to attend a party among eager teenagers testing their boundaries ? The thing is as I thought like an adult most of the times I always forgot I was not one.

After that, Kate was very distant and I was isolated from the class, being told they didn't want to discuss inappropriate things in front of me, they should have been aware that I knew about kissing and sex, due to my insatiable curiosity and the books I read that were more mature, I knew as much even more than them.

I have always been a good girl, listening to my parents. I had to ask my parents permission for everything sleeping, going out and even breathing. There was no reason why I should not listen to them as they are my parents pay for my education, my housing. I was only 14 when I went to college, my parents had very strict rules about me attending College, I should call them twice every day, see the counselor once a week, come home 2 times per month. These are the reasonable ones, as 14-year old child as I was constant reminded of my situation by my parents, even though I was emancipated by the time I was in college. It was a noticeable struggle for my parents as I refused to attend our hometown community college and chose an Ivy League. My mum was very adamant about me waiting next year, I had to convince her that if I were responsible enough to do her taxes I could go to college, it was a very debatable argument but it did the job. My daddy on the contrario was very proud of me and was constantly impressed by my wise decisions and would let me do anything, he was completely goofy, taking pictures at every contest I participated in, on my graduation day. He is literally my best friend and the person on I aspire to be one day.

I spent three years following those rules and maintaining a 4.0 GPA while taking extra classes for extra credits.

And then I changed everything. I realized that my birthday was coming I will finally be 18 and next year I would graduate. Something hit me.