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Blogathon - Entry 13
Jul. 26th, 2008 03:27 pmSponsor me!
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Excerpt - And Some In Ice
I was born with purple eyes.
Don't look at me like that. I had an iris decoloration surgery when I was seven. My mother would have had me go through with it earlier, but the doctor told her it wouldn't be safe. Between you and me, I don't think she really cared. I could have gone blind, and it wouldn't have mattered. But the possibility of a lawsuit - oh yeah, that got through to her.
And ok, this probably saved me a lot of flack later in life. Being a genetic weirdo can be hell sometimes. I've heard all the stories. People getting beat up, kicked out of school, disappearing off the map.
But sometimes? Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have superpowers.
What?
No, I don't. Not exactly.
Just... just once. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you. I'll find out, hunt you down and kill you. No, not with my powers. Guns are much easier, stupid.
It only happened once. I was twelve and a bunch of us were outside, playing wall-ball. You throw the ball at the wall, and while it bounces, you have to run up, touch the wall and run up to catch the ball before it starts rolling.
I really sucked at that game, and I sucked especially hard that day. I held it in and smiled, though, but after everyone left, I just hauled off and punched that wall. I can remember it now; all pure rage and adolescent hormones. And when I looked up, there was a fist-shaped hole in the steel, with acid pooling in it, eating away at the surface. By morning, that hole must have been deep enough to stick your whole arm in.
I don't know what excuse the admins made for it. I never told anyone it was me, though. I'm not fucking stupid.
And it was just that once.
Later, when I was eighteen, I got mugged by this guy, off of 37-and-4th. I'm terrified for my life and pissed off to boot, and I remember this incident from when I was a kid. So I huddle in, pretending to be too scared to move, and when he looks away, I sock him in the stomach. I hate this guy, far more than I ever hated the wall - but all it does is make him double over for like two seconds. I don't even get the chance to run before he starts wailing on me. I spent two days in the hospital after that one.
So there you have it. If you want superpowers, you're a fucktard.
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Excerpt - And Some In Ice
I was born with purple eyes.
Don't look at me like that. I had an iris decoloration surgery when I was seven. My mother would have had me go through with it earlier, but the doctor told her it wouldn't be safe. Between you and me, I don't think she really cared. I could have gone blind, and it wouldn't have mattered. But the possibility of a lawsuit - oh yeah, that got through to her.
And ok, this probably saved me a lot of flack later in life. Being a genetic weirdo can be hell sometimes. I've heard all the stories. People getting beat up, kicked out of school, disappearing off the map.
But sometimes? Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have superpowers.
What?
No, I don't. Not exactly.
Just... just once. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you. I'll find out, hunt you down and kill you. No, not with my powers. Guns are much easier, stupid.
It only happened once. I was twelve and a bunch of us were outside, playing wall-ball. You throw the ball at the wall, and while it bounces, you have to run up, touch the wall and run up to catch the ball before it starts rolling.
I really sucked at that game, and I sucked especially hard that day. I held it in and smiled, though, but after everyone left, I just hauled off and punched that wall. I can remember it now; all pure rage and adolescent hormones. And when I looked up, there was a fist-shaped hole in the steel, with acid pooling in it, eating away at the surface. By morning, that hole must have been deep enough to stick your whole arm in.
I don't know what excuse the admins made for it. I never told anyone it was me, though. I'm not fucking stupid.
And it was just that once.
Later, when I was eighteen, I got mugged by this guy, off of 37-and-4th. I'm terrified for my life and pissed off to boot, and I remember this incident from when I was a kid. So I huddle in, pretending to be too scared to move, and when he looks away, I sock him in the stomach. I hate this guy, far more than I ever hated the wall - but all it does is make him double over for like two seconds. I don't even get the chance to run before he starts wailing on me. I spent two days in the hospital after that one.
So there you have it. If you want superpowers, you're a fucktard.
