Extra Ordinary (My Life as Number Seven

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Teething problems come with powers.

Growing up was something of a peculiarity as the nannies that were there to looked after all of us should have been, given hazard pay.

For having to deal with more than one or two fussy baby’s. To where Dad gave up on them and built Grace a superhuman being that was more of an android. To help him along with Pogo the butler a chimpanzee that was given super intelligence.     

   

Ment I rarely got to play with others or even see them, as their ever developing abilities meant more to Dad than me.

Leaving me imagen, some scary things. due to not having abilities brought a tear or two most day’s. Think that I was some sort of monster it made me sick and dad had to put me in isolation, from the others.

To find out it was hyper anxiety and would need medication. Yet this felt like was only a small bandaid over a gaping wound, as after coming back to my room.

The world around me changed the walls along the corridor had an alphabet of combat tactics and other such imagery. I got used to taking my medication, yet this meant I was subjected.

To being bullied by the other’s as they were seen as perfection in dad’s eye’s so much that, like chattel.

He wanted his mark on them. This came in the form of a tattoo of an umbrella, mine was a marker one I drew on my left arm. In a vain attempt to feel a part of the family yet mom washed it off thinking it was dirt.

It has been a few months had passed since getting my violin and saying to mom that I would become the best there is, yet it was hard at first.

Due to the special alarm for the family that signalled them to action meant a few bouts of frustration and tantrums. But overcoming that, yet when I had a recital now one came. Only mom and Pogo were my only fans.