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My Shooting Star

  This is part of a story I am making. Please give input, notify me of mistakes, and describe any details you feel inadequate.

My Shooting Star:

My name is Nathan. By the time you see this, I will be far gone. This is my story.

Since I was a kid, I’ve always been the “different” one. I just recently found out I was adopted due to the abandonment by my parents. My ‘sisters’ always made fun of me due to my abnormally large head and pale skin but admired my eyes of yellow and Brown hues which have black and gray dots and hardly noticeable lines in the iris that look like star clusters. Although they were my prized features, I had to wear polarized glasses because my eyes were sensitive to sunlight. 

When I was a child, I never adhered to the same activities as the other kids and was not sociable. I was more focused in intellectual types of past times such as building devices or machinations with scrap like left over copper wire, old batteries, and soda cans as well as programming them to do simple tasks. The other kids made fun of me for my hobbies and called me names like “Geek” or “Freak”, but I knew I was smarter than them and believed they were jealous. 

At the age of 9, I decided to join robotics. After all, that was my favorite study. The head of robotics was nice to me, but believed a ripe mind such as mine could not comprehend an obviously complex, but simple, task like programming, although I had been in practice for almost a year. Because of my age, I had to start with other kids of my grade and near. After showing off my skills in mechanical structuring and software engineering, they moved me up to the higher tech classes with the big kids. Most were impressed, some adored, by my intelligence and ability to complete assignments much quicker than everyone else as well as help others. This, of course, would rile trouble, not recent, but eventually. Nearing the 9th grade, I decided to take advanced classes because why not. I slid through every class and aced every test without trouble or support and had no problems with anyone and was much liked by those I knew. Moving on up to middle of my Junior year, I dreadfully gained a bully, a senior at the time, who stalked me everywhere and always picked on me in the hallways, but only name called or knocked my books out of my hands, nothing more. On a day like every other, the bully, James we will call him, decided to take his anger out on me after gym class, which would end around 1:30. To sum up his situation, his parents were constantly fighting and his mother filed for divorce after being married for 18 years. Rumors had it that James’s father would beat his mother after heavily drinking when watching the television. James, saddened and angered because his position, decided to nail me right in the stomach without even so much as a warning. He just clenched his fist and punched. After knocking the wind out of me, he started kicking and stomping me everywhere. There was blood splattered on the floor from wounds and what I had coughed up. I passed out due to a concussion and trauma to organs. Luckily a student that we will call kat, came to my rescue and contacted 911 to haul me off to recover.

 After being under for a couple of weeks, I awoke to a hospital bed but no equipment or medicinal tools were to be seen. A doctor came to me, but they did not look like a normal doctor. They were tall, lanky, and wore a specialized mask that guarded their eyes as well as baggy, plastic clothing that had a patch on the shoulder. The strange doctor introduced himself as J-17 and said, in a stern, almost robotic speech, that he was arranged as my personal care taker for the time, but I felt great at the time. J-17 insisted that I had to stay put for now as I was supposedly still recovering from an operation. I could find no surgical wounds on my body. That’s when I noticed, everything was brighter. I wasn’t wearing my glasses, but I also didn’t need them. I felt weird as you would when something miraculous had happened and yet you couldn’t react, Because you felt all emotions at once. I was no longer limited to my room without glasses. They were now useless to me.

A week passes by of me resting and J-17 giving me checkups, but then they stop. J-17 does not come, food and drink stops coming, and my only source of sanity has just vanished. I don’t know how long it stayed this way, but it felt like eternity. I banged on the door every so often hoping someone answers, but it never comes. Possibly weeks went by as I felt hollowed and I drowned in despair in the barely lit, concrete box that I slept in day after night repeatedly. 

Finally, someone came. It was someone new. Someone that brought a hostile presence and bad intentions. I had not even realized I had blacked out and could not remember much after the door had opened. I woke to a dark room. I tried to raise and call for help, but I done nothing. All I could do was nothing. The feeling of my body left me as did movement and speech. Left in a dark and lonely room, paralysed and left under a bright ligh. the only thing I could feel was a cold pit in my chest. I was emptied of all hope I had just gained.

I unknowingly awake again, but to my suprise, the room is well lit and what appear as mirrors are in the wall. I could move. I could feel. I felt amazing. I felt like I could take on the world. All of this was restricted by one thing though. My inability to go out into the world.

An unseen speaker is giving me directions. Giving me actions to take so they could moniter my performance better. I felt a slight tingle in my eyes as a deafening, fading buzzing sound in my ears went off. 

As before, I had blacked out again, but this time there was a table in the room when I woke along with a spoon in a bowl of what was textured as oat meal. I delved straight into eating it, but it gave off an unsettling stench I could only describe as rotten cheese with a hint of banana. I was too hungry to care though so I gulped it down to quicken the suffering. The taste was delightful though. It tasted of vanilla and chocolate. I craved more, but I had a nagging feeling that I had to wait.