My name is Kylosin, I'm just an average teenage boy or so I thought. I was born on February 7th 2002. When I was first born, I felt normal, I acted normal, and I looked normal, but on February 7th 2016 that's when my life changed forever! Here is my story....
It's a bright sunny morning as I awake from my deep slumber. It's Saturday morning! This means, no school on my birthday, and all fun and games! I lazily arise from my comfy bed sheets and head towards the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and say, "Man I look like crap....(Laughs) why am I cursed to live a life of ugliness..." I continue to gaze into the mirror until I hear the doorbell ring. I peer out of the bathroom door, look down the stairs and there it was...the birthday cake that my mom ordered! Mom signed for the cake and the delivery guy went on his way, as mom walked the cake into the kitchen.
I quickly brush my teeth and scramble down the stairs in anticipation to eat cake for breakfast. I rip around the corner into the kitchen and just as I'm about to open the box that hold the delicacy, a hand came and slapped my hand! "Your such a loser, you'll probably end up being fat or obeise when you grow up with your eating enigma!" shouts my sister with a devilish grin. "Mom Annie is insulting me....again!" I shout with frustration. Mom enters the kitchen with a happy look on her face. "Ann...leave your brother alone, today is his special day, so give him a break and let him have fun," Mom says. Annie sticks her extremely elongated tongue at me. I try to make a quick smart remark, "As long as your tongue is you may as well with those other weirdo girls who takes pictures like that on Instagram." I could tell that Annie was furious but didn't say anything and stomped up the stairs. Finally my sister was gone. Mom went to the cabinets to prepare breakfast as I was prepared to open the box to my cake. I take both of my hands, place one on both sides of the box and lift the cover open. I look sternly at the cake in shock, then my mouth opens wide. Trying to gather the words to say to my mother...I finally say, "Mom...what's is this on my cake.." Mom walks over and stares at the cake with the same expression as myself. 'I don't know son....." Mom says.