I was always a strange kid growing up. The odd one out. The one with the funny accent and creepy hunches that were never wrong. But I didn't care, I wasn't one to be phased by the ideas of young kids who could barely write a sentence in the second grade. I was used to it, used to being ostracized, and it was just my nature to blow it off and make some smart assed comment in response.
I developed a reputation for having a slightly sarcastic tone to my voice one that was hidden behind my light southern accent, an accent that never really went away even after ten years of living in California. And I guess I looked like i was some what of an intellectual with my apparent perpetual distant look like i was thinking intently about something and just a hint of a frown like the answer was just beyond my grasp. That was me, a mix of subtly nuances, keeping everyone on their toes letting the physical eye see one thing but allowing the subconscious to see something completely different.
That was all there was to me really. I was an outcast and I only had one friend, Volt (her real name was Vanessa), and at the time my life was complete. I was content, and I didn’t have any desire or will to change any of it. Of course though change is unavoidable and in the end it will catch up with you whether you like it or not, but when it does be ready cause there’s a high chance you won’t like what will unfold.
I know I didn’t, but I long ago accepted that there where some things I couldn’t change, even if the future did unravel itself in my eyes.
My name is Dare. And this is the beginning of the end.
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