There is always something preventing you from moving forward in an uncertain world. In my situation, it all started with my mother since she was cold and harsh to me from the moment I was born and never wanted me, so she did the one thing she knew she could get away with;
(February 19th 1998)
The mother of a baby boy carries him home while crying since the boy won't stop crying. The baby was still crying as the mother placed him on the sofa for comfort, placed a note and two premature formula milk bottles on top of him, and sighed coldly, "I wish i never had you. You are and always will be a terrible mistake." She leaves without hesitation with any form of money she can lay her hands on.
She despised my existence, and I despised my mother for having me. In particular, she was addicted to heroin. She never returned anything she took, even when she tried to sell me. The people she tried to give me to thought she was crazy, treating me as a mother shouldn't. My mother did, unsurprisingly.
(1 day later)
The noise was becoming unbearable for the former neighbours next door, so my cries attracted their attention. They suspected the worst when they knocked on the door and no one responded, and unbeknownst to them, they were correct. Realising the door was left unlocked, they forced their way inside to discover the interior completely dark and my cries echoing louder. As they entered the living room, they were horrified to see an unaccompanied baby by themselves and no other person in the vicinity. The woman of their relationship pulls me up and soothes me to sleep after immediately phoning the police.
(2002)
I was at creche until I was four years old. I had no idea if my mother had been found, detained, or charged, but it was an enjoyable thing to consider when I was older and envisioned learning about my past. Unfortunately, I did have some attachment issues, which made it difficult for me to spend a prolonged period of time with families and move around frequently. Even though I wasn't proud of it, I would frequently have outbursts and break things, but fortunately for me, I had some talent as a young child. I was able to finish several advanced books in one sitting. I became so well-liked by certain families as a result of my "talents" that they nearly adopted me. I was also rather proficient in arithmetic (maths) ; I wasn't sure what I found so fascinating, but I enjoyed figuring out problems in my head because it was challenging and kept my mind busy in so many different ways.
(2004)
When I turned 6, I went to a different family expecting the same old homely, overly loving 'please love' type of family, but I was instead met by an elderly man. It was simply so unexpected, and I was left baffled as I just stared at him. He simply laughed as he turned to face my social worker before turning back to face me and asking, "Does he speak?" as he waited for a response.
"Sir, I speak rather clearly. What's your name? I'm Victor." I extend my hand to shake his and shake his hand since I do have some proper conduct. "I'm Roy, kiddo," he said, extending his arm to shake my hand. He laughed once again and said, "I've heard you're quite the maths genius." "We'll explore that,"
As he enters the room, I keep staring at him in puzzlement. I turned to face my social worker as she encouraged me inside. I objected at first, but I eventually walked inside and was amazed to see books all over the place. The interior of the home was mostly wood and it looked like it was made for an old retired millionaire. Like i said before books are everywhere. I was in heaven and i could tell both my social worker and Roy knew i was happy and just let me stare in awe. "I presume you'll want to stay?" he exclaimed "You can read as much as you want, whenever you want," Roy said. He approached me and put a hand on my shoulder. When he touched me, I flinched. "Don't touch me, please. Being touched affects me."He apologised right afterwards and withdrew his hand. "I'm glad we could set that as a personal concern."
(2007)
I was already proficient in advanced calculus at the age of nine. Calculus is a field of mathematics that deals with calculating instantaneous rates of change (differential calculus) and adding infinitely many little factors to determine some whole (integral calculus). Mandarin, Japanese, and Spanish are three of my languages. I excelled in my classes and received requests to be admitted to the most prestigious boarding institutions. "Child prodigy," they refer to me as.
Being a 'genius' seems pleasant, but it's actually very stressful. I feel like I'm expected to accomplish more all the time, but just because I like picking up new abilities doesn't mean I want to learn everything. People constantly expect me to do everything, but I prefer to take care of myself because I've never needed anyone else. Although I am aware of Roy, I don't need him.
(2015)
I don't recall a lot of my adolescence because of all the studying. I was so introverted that I never really interacted with people. I occasionally organised tutoring sessions with my classmates, although it was done purely for financial gain.
However, it appears that I was widely loved by the other students because of both my academic performance as well as evident natural beauty. I had fluffy brown hair that was blown up enough to look sensible, and I had a slim physique. Additionally, I liked to maintain a certain level of personal hygiene because it makes me appear professional for potential jobs and vocations. I was interested in pursuing a career in mathematics or in the NASA sector. As for my grades it was currently at:
(School grades)
English Litrachure: A*
English language:A*
Mathematics: A*
Science: A
History: A
French: A
PE: B* (I despise sports)
(College)
Physics A level : A*
Mathematics A level: A*
Chemistry A level: A*
(2019)
I am a rocket scientist in my final year of college, and I want to add more depth to my already extensive CV by pursuing the honours degree. I can't lie, the stress is killing me. I'm continuously exhausted, and my body aches all day. I sound like an old character, but whatever. Then, I'll be able to bring myself to acquire an excellent career and be successful.
My goals are to be able to go to America, work on the most ambitious future projects, and see my suggestions and answers come to fruition. I am aware of my motivations for choosing this line of work, which include my desire to unlock the secrets of the universe for the benefit of all. The purpose of NASA is to explore the uncharted in air and space in order to learn new things, invent for the benefit of humanity, and inspire people all around the world.
But that all changed after one phone call.
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The Love Of Excitement
Fanfiction(trigger warning!) A young prodigy challenge to beat an addicting habit causes him to fight inner demons which is holding him back from a better life. Can he stop these unfortunate events which come his way? or can someone else help instead?
