Typifox
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I wanted to know how this sounded.
Prologue
By Typifox
Most kids are regular kids. Most kids live regular life, they have regular sun. Most kids aren’t like me.
I am a ten year old kid, named Jaklyn. If you ever see, you may not to able to tell that I’m different. But I am. It’s not my face, body or anything else that you can see. I am allergic to something that really does something to me.
Most kids have regular allergies, like bee stings or one of the major ones, milk. I do pity them, I don’t exactly pity myself, it’s more of a regular everyday thing. I guess I got used to it.
Before I say about my allergy, let me describe myself.
I have dark brown hair, brown eyes, and big black rimmed glasses. I have a mom, dad and brother, Nathan. Nathan is like my best friend, but that doesn’t say much because I’m home schooled and I don’t have much time to meet other kids.
Nathan is three years older then me and totally different not like me at all. He was adopted by my parents when I was eight and I started begging for a sibling. When we took him from the adoption center, I didn’t like him.
But after a while, he seemed to be more like my brother and way nicer. I also felt that my allergy didn’t affect him in any way. In fact, he never mentioned it.
Even the night my parents told. I listened to the entire conversation outside the door. I knew I wasn’t supposed to do that, but it was just my thing, to eavesdrop.
The conversation started off with my mom talking in a soft voice. I didn’t hear what she said, but I could make out a few words, sister, allergy and tell. I’m guessing she said something like this;
“Nathan, we have something to tell you about your sister, she has an allergy to-” I’ll get to that in a minute. Anyway, Nathan nodded, shaking his head up and down. He does this when he’s nervous and I hate it.
It makes me want to grab his head and stop it from moving. He probably did know about my allergy though. It’s obvious, I guess.
But at that time, he was acting like he didn’t.
Anyway, I should really tell you what I’m allergic too. It’s not a secret, and it never will be. I give you permission to tell your friends, or maybe you have none. If so, tell your lovely schoolteacher reading this book to you right now.
I am allergic to what most people live off, what people depend on. I have never known anyone like me, but I hope there are people like me. I don’t want to be alone in this, but if I am forced to be alone, I will be.
Anyway, again, let me just tell you. I am allergic to water.
Prologue
By Typifox
Most kids are regular kids. Most kids live regular life, they have regular sun. Most kids aren’t like me.
I am a ten year old kid, named Jaklyn. If you ever see, you may not to able to tell that I’m different. But I am. It’s not my face, body or anything else that you can see. I am allergic to something that really does something to me.
Most kids have regular allergies, like bee stings or one of the major ones, milk. I do pity them, I don’t exactly pity myself, it’s more of a regular everyday thing. I guess I got used to it.
Before I say about my allergy, let me describe myself.
I have dark brown hair, brown eyes, and big black rimmed glasses. I have a mom, dad and brother, Nathan. Nathan is like my best friend, but that doesn’t say much because I’m home schooled and I don’t have much time to meet other kids.
Nathan is three years older then me and totally different not like me at all. He was adopted by my parents when I was eight and I started begging for a sibling. When we took him from the adoption center, I didn’t like him.
But after a while, he seemed to be more like my brother and way nicer. I also felt that my allergy didn’t affect him in any way. In fact, he never mentioned it.
Even the night my parents told. I listened to the entire conversation outside the door. I knew I wasn’t supposed to do that, but it was just my thing, to eavesdrop.
The conversation started off with my mom talking in a soft voice. I didn’t hear what she said, but I could make out a few words, sister, allergy and tell. I’m guessing she said something like this;
“Nathan, we have something to tell you about your sister, she has an allergy to-” I’ll get to that in a minute. Anyway, Nathan nodded, shaking his head up and down. He does this when he’s nervous and I hate it.
It makes me want to grab his head and stop it from moving. He probably did know about my allergy though. It’s obvious, I guess.
But at that time, he was acting like he didn’t.
Anyway, I should really tell you what I’m allergic too. It’s not a secret, and it never will be. I give you permission to tell your friends, or maybe you have none. If so, tell your lovely schoolteacher reading this book to you right now.
I am allergic to what most people live off, what people depend on. I have never known anyone like me, but I hope there are people like me. I don’t want to be alone in this, but if I am forced to be alone, I will be.
Anyway, again, let me just tell you. I am allergic to water.
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