Maarten Isn't Naming This Story

Uh. Hello. You do not know me. Nobody does. I am quiet. I keep to myself. Mostly. I have wings. Two of them. Weird huh? People call me that. Weirdo. Freak. Loner. Bizarro. Nerd. Geek. Odd. Creepy. Strange. You get the idea. Hardly no one ,with the exception of my mother, calls me my real name. I am Maarten. Yes, with two A's. Why, you ask? Well for one, it's the way they spell it in Europe. I guess my mom thought it was cool. Personally, I feel it fits me perfectly. Not one A, not three A's. Just the perfect amount. I get teased and bullied at school about everything. My name, my personality, or lack of, I should say.

My wings are beautiful. How did I get them? You tell me, and we will both know. I was up late one night looking out my bedroom window. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulders. Before I knew it, there was a ripping, tearing sort of sound. It hurt. A lot. Then I heard a flap and voila! There they were. They also are some sort of entity. They are called Vrex. Don't ask me why, that is what they communicated to me. No idea why they are there, why they disappear right before sunrise, or what their purpose is, other than the obvious. We go out almost nightly. We fly around town and people watch. Another reason I'm called strange. I do weird stuff. I stare. A lot too. I don't blink much and usually have a flat affect. I do think I have smiled before when I was younger. Since I became a teenager, I don't anymore. What is there to smile about?

I am 14 years old, almost 15. Vrex has been with me for almost two years. They are my only friend. Friendships are just way too much work. Why bother? No one has ever seemed worth the effort. And girls, you say? That, my reading person, is laughable. Unless I meet the same sort of freak I am, I am happy enough for things to stay the way they are right in this moment. To be honest, I have met that person. I actually reside in her head. She is stubborn and hard headed. She gets things wrong much of the time, but I still have some affection for her.

For reasons I won't divulge, let's just call her say......S. Speaking of things done wrong, she was trying to make my photo with AI. I kept screaming at her but she didn't listen. She chose some other picture of a boy who was, dare I say, ugly. That was the day I kind of gave up, just like she did. She thought she had found her Maarten, but what she did find was a nasty, ugly, weakling. I laid low for awhile, and when she found a new AI program and I saw she was trying again, I spoke up. I mean, I really yelled. She FINALLY found the real me. The one who lives with her 24/7.

What? What do I look like? I should have her put my picture here. One moment.

Well, that sucked. Apparently S is having some trouble getting the right size of the picture. Who knows? Sometimes this writing software is crap. They always say it's the newest and best, but I don't necessarily agree with that statement. With the absence of the picture, I assume I will need to describe myself. To start off, I don't know how tall I am, but I am not short. I have white pasty skin, and jet black hair that stays messy and shaggy. I wear black. Always. And Vrex are black. That is it. I look bizarre. Don't ask me what color my eyes are, I have no idea. Never been important to me. They are probably as black as my soul. Okay, that line actually made me giggle just a bit. No smile mind you. Just a tiny giggle. My personality is, how shall I say it, non-existent? I breathe, I eat, I evacuate my kidneys and bowels, I sleep. And I fly. At night.

Interesting fact. S has an online friend she calls O. He, also has a "head resident". That dude's name is Bill. That name is so...average. Common. I wonder if his personality is that way? I will remind myself to ask. There are not many head residents I know of. I'm sure everyone has them, it is just not talked about. S told me she was giving me free reign with this story, if you even want to call it that. I just felt like I wanted to talk through her. She is currently writing a story with me in it, not about me. So you see, reader, this is different than reading the other. I can tell you a bit about the other story. Go ahead, sit down. This may take a few moments to explain.