xxxxxxxxxx『What makes me. . . U N I Q U E.』
◤- - -It‘s like a N O V E L - - -◢
I, Mathias Alexander Cross, am the youngest of three boys in the Cross household. And I am the only one of the three that was gifted in anyway.
I am also the oddest looking one in the family too, from my bright blue eyes to my soft pale blonde hair I don’t look like my brothers who both have dark hair and dark eyes, but the doctors assured mama and papa that I was their child. They figured I got my looks from somewhere down the line in the family tree. And there were always rumors that some of our family had special abilities. I guess I was the conformation for that too. But I never really minded that much, I got special attention from mama and papa!
As I started to grow up, I always had troubles with my abilities, making things float, or fly across the room, and my mental capabilities were far superior to those around me at the same age. I guess that’s why for a little while in life I had trouble going to school. Students would pick on me and call me a freak. They’d tell me to join a circus, or that I was adopted because I looked nothing like my brothers. They made me cry so many times I had to switch from school to school. It only got worse when I began to Skip grades leaving behind the innocent name calling and entered a more intellectual setting where I was looked down upon. Believe it or not there was a time I was hard to talk too, hard to be around. I was beginning to even scare my family.
It wasn’t until I met a teacher at a university visit that my view on things, on people, on life began to change. I remember it very vividly:
It was like one of those awe inspiring moments. Though the very stoic look on my face may have been one that could even scare the dead away. My outer appearance had begun to resemble a moving shell, very seldom did I ever have the energy to show emotions even to those who had spent the last ten years of my life trying to help shelter me from the dangers of the closed minded people that lived in this world. But I remember very clearly how the light refracted from the windows of the of the main campus building and fell upon the light of the oh so green lawn in front of the building.
Several professors had lined up in front to meet the young prodigy of the Cross family. Many people from My family had attended this college and my brother was about to be the next. I of course was expected to as well. When I reached the small crowd one of the professors let out a bellowing laugh. And walked up to my placing a hand on my head. He turned and looked back to his colleagues. “This pip-squeak is supposed to be able to do College level academics! Please don’t waste our time, His parents must be doing his work for him.” It took him a moment to realize why the others were staring at him in disbelief as his body began to raise off the ground, A smirk ahd carved it self into my face. But one professor didn’t bother looking at her co worker no her eye’s stared at me, no further into me. I could feel a pressure weighing down on me and my mind, Something foreign, something telling me I would regret hurting him. SO I did what I felt, and dropped him. The crowd erupted into laughter, but at him and not me, The professor quivered on the ground next to me. He took him a moment to look up, mutter something about me being a freak before running off.
It didn’t affect me so much anymore, I had learned to cope with being called a monster. My parents had a hard time dealing with it still so I tried to avoid going into places that would tempt me to show people just how much of a monster I could be. But I was quickly learning that I wasn’t alone in this world. And my escape was in this professor. As the teachers all said hello, for the first time in a long time, I smiled and said hello. But my blue that had once lost there shine, were blazing brilliantly as they focused in on the professor that had her own outstanding abilities. I couldn’t wait for the other professors to disperse which they had. She was the only one who stuck around. His long brunette hair that ended in the middle of her back, and his golden brown eyes. She smiled politely to me and invited me to lunch.
We ended up speaking for a few hours before she realized she was late for her class in which she offered to allow me to sit in, which was something she assured she didn’t allow often. I agreed but I was still reeling from the endless discussion we had been having during lunch. She made life seem so much different than the one I was so used to seeing. She brought a new light to that grim darkness that had been swallowing me from the inside out. From her I learned to be optimistic about life.
Anyway that’s all in the past now. I am soon to be attending a school where there are more people like myself. But From time to time, I slip back into the empty outer shell.
◤- - - The impossible workings of my I N N E R B E I N G . . . - - -◢
Simply Sweet
I’m a sweet kid Always nice to people. That’s how I was raised besides being the youngest of three kids, and the only one with gifts gets you things. But you learn to be modest in the most awkward of ways. Especially when you don’t want to take away from your brothers being raised. I am often called a people pleaser because I like to help out and a smile makes things go by so much smoother.
Energetic & Outgoing
Oh, lord. I have so much energy my eighteen year old brother has a hard time keeping up with me! Lets not even mention the fact that my parents tend to give up after five minutes. I often get into conversations with people that are just standing around. I don’t like to see people looking bored. I don’t really care that their strangers, how else Am I supposed to make friends?
Mischievous
My energy plus my outgoing nature tends to get me into trouble though. I like to pull pranks every once in a while. But it’s easy to blame it on my brothers my parent’s have a hard time believing I would do something. My brothers rarely get mad. They don’t care to take the blame as long as they don’t get into too much trouble!
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