I was stolen at the ripe age of 7 years old by an Xhanian man. I've hated the X race since that very day. I however am luckier than most humans despite that disturbing fact. The Xhanians made my race sit at the bottom of the food chain. They despise my race because we are lesser, more weak. I've been a slave for almost as long as I can remember. But somehow out of sheer luck, I'm making my journey with a regular life at 19 years old. I start school and I know how they're going to treat me. I guess I have to choose who I hate and love...