Home is NOT Where The Heart is

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"Darling, it's time for dinner!" My mom shouted out to me from the living room. "Ok, just a second"."What are we having tonight?" I knew that asking that was pointless because we had the same thing every night, every lunch and every breakfast. She considered it a masterpiece of food creation that would be a 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 meal, anyone else though would call it mystery mush. Somehow I survived on it for 11 years. Yes you heard me right I survived on just some random mush that my mother made for ELEVEN FREAKING YEARS so give me anything like a chewed piece of gum and it would be heaven for to taste something else than mush. I never had the guts to tell her it's bad though I did it in a very classic way. Telling her I'm full so you can definitely imagine I'm skinny as all heck though sometimes the trick wouldn't work and trust me. It was like eating... Ok I'm going to get back to the point, Its terrible. Though something felt different that night that I couldn't tell till I went to the table...

Cue amazed gasp

On the table the food was what would be at a royals banquet then I looked up at my mom and dad then said "Who are you, you're not my parents." You think I might be joking about that but I wasn't,  because where my mum and dad usually sat were two (very obviously) uninvited guests that just staring at me. Watching me... "Listen, I am Sir Waltzing Ham of the Scotland Yard and your mum and dad have been smuggling a drug that gives anyone who eats it superhuman abilities, they have been suspected of smuggling it for eleven years in the form of a grey mush".
I gagged when he said that because that is when I realised I was a test subject for a potentially dangerous drug my entire life. I wanted to run but I stood there needing, no wanting more information on this "super drug" my parents fed me. "We don't know of any of the effects of the drug and we don't dare test in case of poisoning or death and all of the above, so we are doing the next best thing, asking your opinion about the drug and if you have seen it or eaten it".

Once again since I am a blabber mouth I had told them that I had it for every meal, that they kept changing the "recipe" and that when I did fully eat it I felt stronger in every aspect of my body and mind, They took this all into account and did a quick test to see if the drug altered my sense of taste so they gave me a bit of every and it tasted just fine to me except something was off, the more I ate the more sleepy I felt.

Then I blacked out. Most likely they drugged the food with sleeping medicine, maybe because they are going to question my parents or test on me some more or both, either way I don't know what happened while I was asleep and I don't want to know. So while I'm unconscious I might aswell talk in my head for a while, you know review my life and see if I liked it or not.

When I started school I wamted to feel welcomed and I wanted to make a good impression so four months before school I got a hammer, nails, wrench, saw, grindstone and alot of wood (because my dad worked at a lumber yard) so during those four months I made wooden swords, shields, pickaxes, axes and one of my proudest achievements was making a full set of wooden armour, so when I started school they all had tools that they could play with and share, though it didn't even last my first year of school because a 5th grade took a sword home and used it to threaten the shopkeeper to give him free lollies, after that I was told so I got every wooden thing back (except the sword, the kid still has it to this day) so my work was appreciated but at the same time wasted.

During my 4th year of school we had a plahe, you might be thinking "What the hell is that?" Well, you know those books that let you choose your own adventure, we had something like that so it was tricky to perform but it was amazing, especially the end where the main character had to either way get hurt in some way, don't worry the way the character got hurt was funny & silly, then it ended with the usual The End!, Then we all made everything break because the play was based on destruction, so that was pretty fun.

Those are just some of my best memories but I'll save the rest if I ever get depressed or just really bored, Though I like to remember them when ever I am really excited or the topic turns to it.

I don't know how much time has passed away from me getting knocked out but I don't care really, I think I'll just talk to myself while I'm asleep
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Don't worry, The character will meet Ciel soon enough, this is just a chapter so the character has some kind of backstory, because as one has said "I hate fanfics that just rush to the point so I'm going at my own pace with the story"  I would mention you but I forgot your username and book, even then a shoutout to you my friend.

This story is dedicated to the ones who brought me into the world of anime and I would never have found out about this great world if I didn't get to know them so shoutout to @Starlightgalaxy359 (or Ashleigh) and @manglethefox1980 (or Amber), Seriously I would never have discovered these great anime's without them.
So thank you

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