I have never been normal, at any point in my life except maybe when I was a baby. I always felt that I was different to other people in some way. If there was one defining moment in my life when I really knew I was different it would have to be when I was 7. I was playing with my two bestriends, Arnold who is a human and Letero who is a Sek'oyh. The  Sek'oyh are a species who are identical to humans in every way except they have evolved to have gills, webbed hands and feet. This is because their home-planet is 90% water.

 In case you're wondering we are on Earth, humanities home-world. Anyway going on, it was a thursday afternoon and we were all throwing rocks at one another. What can I say, we were young boys, fighting eachother is fun. Suddenly we all heard a pained screeching sound. We searched and searched and finally found where the sound was coming from. On the muddy ground lay a beautiful, baby  Lorikeet.

 It lay on the ground mangled, both wings broken and deep lacerations on its body. This was the first time I had ever seen something so brutal and horrific as my friends later called it. I felt nothing. No pity, sorrow, anger nor happiness either. I simply did not feel anything.

My two friends, Arnold and Letero were both disgusted and horrified and rushed to find help. I stood their confused as to why they both had such strong reactions to it. Bewildered, I walked back to my house in the slums. I live with my mother alone, just the two of us in the slums of Sector 4. In case you're wondering about sector 4 , in the olden days they used to call it North America. When I returned home I told my mother about the whole ordeal, of course as any mother would she worried profusely about how I was feeling. 

I tried to tell and explain to her that I was fine and didn't feel anything about it. Of course she didn't belive that and thought I was trying underexagerate how it affected me. Later that night at dinner, she sat me down and went through my feelings about the situation. In the end I had to lie as she would not stop pestering  me. Don't get me wrong, I love and treasure my mother but as like most mothers are, they do get annoying sometimes. I went to bed early that night and mother forgot about the whole ideal the next day.

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This reinforced the idea in my head that I was different and that I did think differently to other people. 

Of course me and my friends continued to talk about it for many weeks as it was interesting to young boys. The boys interested in how it was now, as while I was speaking with my mum, they had gone out and gotten help from their parents. The boys' parents took the bird home and they did not see it after that. I on the otherhand was interested in how the bird came to be like that. Oh the many nights I spent laying in bird thinking of different scenarios. Maybe the bird was a Nova Beast that was attacked by another Nova Beast.

Nova Beasts  are beasts that have come into contact with places with a high concentration of Psi.  The Psi has then proceeded to mutate and change them from the original beast that they were. Ahhh Psi, the mythical substance in which the stories talk about. I admit I do not know much about Psi at all as there are few stories that talk about it. From what I have gathered it is a sort of power or energy that the different races in the universe can use. One day, when I get off this god-forsaken planet, I hope to be able to learn more about it but alas I am only 10. 

Being a kid sure is hard.

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"The ablity to speak does not make you intelligent"