different.

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I, Imogen Yang, was 7 years old when I knew I was different from others.

"Get her!"

I can hear all the footsteps running towards me as I was running away from them. I tried my very best & I failed coming up to a hill & falling terribly on the floor. I lost all the strength to get back up & continue on running away. I saw feet come upon me & saw that there were many of the kids who had despised me very much.

"You're ugly & different!" One voice said.

"Imogen the idiot!" Another voice said.

"You don't belong here, especially with that ugly face of yours & name!"

I felt a very hard kick to my stomach. Then many more to my face & all around my body. I then saw many fingers being pointed & laughing at the image of me. Ten minutes after, all the kids walked away leaving me there in injury. I limped home in such sorrow. I walked inside & saw my mother.

"Imogen!" She dropped the dinner plates & ran towards me, "Who did this? Was it those kids from school again? You wait until I talk to their parents."

In such denial, I couldn't blame them at all. They weren't comfortable with the person who was very different from them.

"Mom, I'm fine. It's okay, I mean who cares if I get hurt. Everyone in this town doesn't like me anyways."

She looked at me & grabbed wipes to wipe my face.

"Mom all the kids think my name is weird & that my face goes along with it." I cried as I wiped the blood off of my face.

"Well that is because Imogen is a very unnatural name honey. A very unique one too & your face is very unique & beautiful. Just different. People aren't used to seeing different honey. One day, people will start to realize how normal you are then how different you can be." My mother wiped the tears off of my face & kissed my forehead.

| 10 years later |

Ever since then my parents made us move to Brooklyn. I been homeschooled & my mother never let me out of the house, unless I wore a protecting mask to cover my face.

My parents told me, when they were young & in love, my mother's ancestors did not accept. They promised my mother that if she disobeyed the rules of making a bloodline with my father, then she would regret it. But love over controlled my mother & she went for the risk. When she had me, half of my face was beautiful & half was very disturbing to see. My mother thought people can live with it, but as seen, nobody can live through seeing someone very different.

"Imogen, honey, come down & get ready for class!"

"One second mother, let me just get my textbooks."

My mother was my AP Biology, AP English, & AP Physics teacher. While on the other hand, my father was my AP US History teacher. It was very weird to have them as teachers, but it was nice to see them not judge me from previous teachers.

I started to grab my textbooks & I heard a honk outside of my house. I looked out & saw there were a U-Haul trucks. I forgot that there was a new family moving in. I saw that there were two little boys, & a couple. & then I saw a teenage boy, looked just like my age. He was a brunette & very handsome. I started to peak more at him & he looked at my window making me spas to the floor. I peeked a little & saw him still staring. He smiled & waved. & I did as well. I was glad he didn't see the other side of my face, Instead of a wave & a smile, I would have gotten a scream in terror.

"Imogen, you are five minutes late to class!"

I got up away from the window & started to go downstairs.

| AP US History |

"Okay any questions Immy?"

"Father, I conclusively ask repeatedly with no answer, no other then the "you are to young". & I am 17 going onto 18, & I demand to know the differences of why mother could not make a bloodline with you."

He looked at me & rested his head on his hand, "Fine" I nodded excitedly. "Long ago in China, your mother's great ancestor, Mao Zedung, which you have learned from World History, was a very sequential leader. He asked for help from many villagers if they had a potion or any type to help him become a great leader. He found a woman, which he had fell in love with, my ancestor, Malin Yang. She helped become a great leader & married Malin. But Mao became a totalitarian & rebelled against many communists & killed many peasants. He did it for the sake for his true love, Malin. Mao's brothers tried stopping him, but he was to powerful. So one day, while Mao & Malin were asleep, they were assassinated by Mao's brothers & along with Mao & Malin's child. There was an agreement between Zedung's that us, can never make a bloodline so there can never be a totalitarian leader ever again. But your mother met me, a daughter of a Zedung, & I was a son of a Yang. Your mother fell in love with me-"

"Oh stop lying to yourself & our daughter Lin."

My mother crept in hearing the story & my father laughed & continued, "Okay, maybe I fell in love with your mother, Arden Zedung. Most beautiful girl I ever seen. But we were visited by our ancestors & we disobeyed the law-"

& then as my father stopped, my mother sat down & continued the story, "We weren't supposed to marry each other, but love always found its way through us. So we figured, but we did not know it would be in the harm of you Imogen. You are very beautiful in our eyes & we don't care if you're different. Different to us is the new beautiful."

I looked at my mom & saw the tears on her face. I wiped them off & smiled at her. My father came & sat down & hugged me & my mother. No matter if I was different, I always knew I had the best loving parents.