Malignitas

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    "what's the first thing you remember?" the interviewer asked his expression unreadable. 

    "why?"  i shoot right back. it's funny watching their expressions when i do that. it's all like wait what i'm asking the questions here not you. it's hilarious, but this guy is unfazed shoot.

    "because that's what i asked. now what's the first thing you remember?" he asked again his face still unreadable. yeah he's no fun.

    "white." i answer purposely making my face just as unreadable.

    "white?" he repeats as a question "in what way?"

   "white just white pure blinding surrounding white. that's it just white nothing else nothing in the white not a white object just white and pure white not milky or anything just pure." i answered. as you can tell i have been asked this before it's annoying really.

   "how old are you?" he asked. ok i know he knows that one.

   "now i know you know the answer to this one." i replied with a smirk. he sighed. hey at least i got a reaction!

   "just answer the question." his composer has fallen his expression exasperated. i win.

   "14 though you knew that" i say looking him right in the eye. he looks tired well all of them do after they interview me. i am proud to say i have never had the same interviewer twice!

  "ok favourite color" he looks down avoiding eye contact. 

  "red" i say putting my feet on the table leaning back so my chair is on two legs.

   "allright last one. what is your name?" he asks looking like he has a headache. probably does my handlers have always suffered from them because of me. i'll go easy on him this time. i mean yes they should know my name by now i mean they gave it to me! but whatever headaches are no fun as my handlers were sure to let me know.

   "Malignitas" i say simply and yes that's my name Malignitas i know right so weird i looked it up it means spite in latin. fitting no? they gave it to me when i was 5 or i think i was 5. i don't really know my age. i don't have a birthday or anything i just know what they tell me. like in an interview they'll ask my age and i'll say 11 and they'll say no 12 you turned 12 last week. so i don't know really. but anyways we all have names like that. 

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