Lumos said:During my mother's pregnancy, there was an attempt on my father's life. The assailant had fired a gas grenade in my parents' bedroom whilst they were sleeping; and though they were evacuated quickly, the antidote for this poisonous gas caused irreversible defects in the fetus, i.e. me. After some very burdensome months, I was born with... well, a few defects, to put it bluntly. I am about one meter fifty tall, and my back is quite hunched. My head is a bit bigger than it should be, and, to be honest, the complete effect is just a little bit grotesque. As an added "bonus", my bones break extremely easily, so I have to be very careful with my movements and actions. People often mock me and no prestigious high school wanted me when I was due to enter one. I am also in love with the daughter of one of my father's men, but she doesn't see me as a potential partner.
On the other side though (I can't let myself surrender to the consequences now, can I), I am extremely intelligent. I don't know if it was the antidote for that gas that caused it, but hell, I'm smarter than everyone else my age I know. And it's certainly a good thing to be smart.
Looking down on these lines after writing them, make sure you're happy with your life for what you've got, guys and girls. It can always get worse.
If you've wondered why I've never posted in the "say cheese" thread...
What a great story. i bet someone can write a epic sifi series with this.