This is the first chapter of the rough draft. The beginning doesn’t really describe the book but it lets you know my writing, this is my first book and I am 13. If you read the entire thing then you have put a smile on my face.
As I’m becoming more childlike I feel the pieces of my brain filling in. A wonderful feeling really, the feeling of becoming whole. How long will this last? How long will my human life be? Or will I only get a glimpse of the life ahead of me. So many unanswered questions fill my brain. I can’t wait for the great adventure to begin.
Birth. Happening. Here I am now. I did not start crying. I just stared at the blank white ceiling. I fell asleep eventually. For the next few days that’s all I did. Eat and sleep. Everything in the hospital seemed to be white and sanitary. Except for my mother’s crimson hair. It was so beautiful. I even dreamt in black and white. I knew things most babies do not. Color is not one of those things.
One night I dreamt I was a shining star soaring through the universe. I was a comet earthbound. Ashes and crumbled rock were everywhere. In the dust was an algebra question. I was learning in my sleep! When I woke up my surrounding around me was astounding. I was on a bus with tons of other people. I did not mind that. Outside of my window were tall buildings and cars and so many other things my list could go on forever. We are in a city. We leave the city. I see trees and grasses, which little animals are grazing on. Well, they were little from here.
My mother, Vanessa carried me to a bed. This time the room was green. It was as if something fresh and lively was in the room. When I started talking to my mom she fell backwards. Was something wrong? A headache struck my brain. The pain was like nothing ever before. It was my turn to fall backwards.
This bed was much more comfortable than the one before. If I wasn’t so dizzy and in pain I might enjoy it. It was cotton, but silky. The pattern was blue and green intertwined again and again. What a very complex pattern. I clasped my hand over my head and my mother sprang to her feet. Relief warms my body. I ask her what was wrong. She said I was an extraordinary child.
“Why”, I ask her. I did not yet know I was special.
“Most new-born babies can’t talk”, she replies with a grin.
My mother is growing ill. I am growing ill. I feel her pain. Even though her illness is minor I can’t even stand that. I am five and today was my first day of school. I had been up the previous night studying different languages. By accident, when I went to school, I started speaking the sixteen different languages I speak fluently. Doing this made the other kids think I’m weird and not like me. My only friend was Sarah. She had blonde hair and a very pretty grin. All the other kids looked up to her. She loved to play monkey bars and ran very fast. Her humor and playful attitude made my infant days enjoyable.
My seventh birthday. I’ve been looking forward to this for months. Today I will see my dad. During the day that is, he spends the nights with mother and I go to my grandma’s.
That’s fun in itself. Daddy has a special surprise for me. He tells me just after my party, which I invited Sarah, Lavender and Hannah. He told me that tomorrow I would get to go to an aquarium with him and I get to swim with the dolphins! I just about jumped out of my skin. Mother barely knows what daddy’s job is and I have no idea.
I plunge into the cold water. Excitement is building up even though I knew this would be happening since yesterday. I feel the realization of what is happening in every inch I swim. I am swimming with dolphins! They make chirping noises. By the end of the day I learnt their language. That’s eighteen languages I know. Dolphins are so cute.
Now that daddy’s gone I am so bored. I know since I’m so smart I’m supposed to like, be so creative and I suppose I am but I’ve already done a lot of cool things. I bring this problem to my mom. She says that I could try chess and the Rubix Cube. First I try the Rubix Cube. I stunk at it. My mother sees my disappointment and tells me to look at her. We are using a new cube so it is not mixed up. I watch her mix it up. This time I finish it in twenty seconds. My mother just stares at my hands. Her eyes light up. She was proud of me! I blushed deep red. The truth is I remembered exactly how she mixed it up.
Chess was a different story. My mom taught me by saying a few words. I am always eager to learn. I played her. That was the only game I ever lost. She was a basic player and made the same mistakes most talented chess players make. I learnt off of her how to win. Now, every move I make is always right. I could beat the champions. I would never be bored again!
she’s 14 meets a boy who is obsessed with Mars. She needs a brain transplant… did she loose he