Note - This is all a very very rough draft of a story I have barely planned. My writing style is basically to wing it for a page or two, and see if I like the plot. So here goes nothing.

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"Where did it all go wrong?"

I know what you are probably thinking as I write that line, and I ask you to not judge me for what it implicates. It isn't one of those stories that focus on what happened, past, present, or future, and what caused my descent into this sad place. Rather, this is a story of what I didn't do. What I could have done, but decided not to. It's a story of my character, and how I ended up doing what I wanted right to the end. I'm not that old or wise, but my choices seemed right, the timing seemed inconsequential. I'm not going to lie, I think that my life style is right. I just think I did it wrong.

I guess we should start with the beginning...

It was a cloudy day, nothing special or extraordinary, there's no magic in the air, no invincible vampires, and no tragedy on day one. In fact, it's just like every other day in our plain and normal human world. Birds still fly, fish still swim, robots haven't taken over, and fiction is only true in fairy tales.

I'm just your average twenty-one year old male college student. I'm a senior at this college, which shall remain nameless. I'm a faceless person blending into an ever growing crowd of my peers. My features are nothing special, I have no super powers, I'm just a plain old normal human. Go on the internet, and look up the word human. That's me. I'm nothing special at all.

Sorry if I'm sounding redundant, but there's nothing special about me, or this day, nothing special at all. I haven't even used an exclamation point yet. This story is as dry as day.

I get out of bed the same way as everyone, I get dressed one pant leg at a time, I brush my teeth for precisely four minutes every morning, I even get to class on time. I'm not in a relationship, and I don't party or do any athletics or club activities.

I'm no idiot though. I'm actually a genius. I have the ability to do anything I want, and be good at it. Trumpet? Give me a minute to get my bearings. Want me to be a star point guard? Give me a day to get used to the ball. Need a business plan? I'll draw one up in my sleep. I'm no doubt reminded of these unnatural talents by my so called friends every single day, saying I've been blessed by God himself.

I don't see this as a gift though. I see it as a curse. Every day of the past twenty-one years, I've never had to put a significant amount of effort into anything. It's resulted in me being good at everything.

I'm a social outcast, I'm a freak. I'm a monster.

That's why I've abandoned any desire in life. Ambitions ruin your health, and I have no desire to keep climbing the ladder since I'll take it down before lunch time.

So I guess I lied. I am special. Can you blame me for wanting to not be special though? Is it so much to ask to want to be like everyone else? To be wanted as a normal member of society? Is it so wrong to want a little peace?

Don't ask why I'm telling you this. I don't know myself. Maybe, just maybe you can set my mind free. Put me at ease.

What's my name you ask?

My name is Jeff Phelps.

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That's all I have so far.

That's an interesting beginning. I love how you made it seem so average at the start and eased into something that wasn't so average. If you decide to continue this, I'm interested in seeing how this person's genius will affect him.

Wait, who brushes for 4 minutes? I thought you're only supposed to do it for 2.

I hope that you continue because I really wanna know where this is headed. [= It's interested me so far.

Wow.... awesome! please do it more! XD

Here's part 2 of my piece. It's been a while since Part 1, so read that if you are just stumbling on this page

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"Hey Jeff!" yelled a gruff male voice, "Get your ass out here this second!"

I got out of bed. What could his problem be? I wasn't exactly involved in last night's drug bust, where hundreds of students were caught hording marijuana, cocaine, and other various things. In fact, I was just staring at the ceiling, thinking of various things.

"Coming." I said as I got up. I realized I had yet to get dressed. I stood there for a moment admiring my amusing boxers. I just laughed. Oh how such simple things amuse me I will never know.

As I slipped on some jeans, the banging on my door continued, "Are you answering the door or not you little s***?" He sure sounded angry. I would have been wise to keep the door closed, and just hide in here for the rest of the week until he went home. However...

"Yes, one moment, I was getting dressed." I called out, as I advanced torwards the door. "Don't bust a nut now..." I opened the door, and was greeted by a burly man who barged into the room and shoved me against the wall.

"Were you the one who snitched to the cops about our party last night?" I could see the anger in his eyes welled up. He was not pleased with whoever it was that broke up their illegal activity. "Because we've already checked with everyone else on this floor."

"I understand your concern gentlemen, but as I've made clear the past one hundred times you've barged in here, I don't have a cell phone, nor do I have any way of contacting anyone once night rolls over. Your party was broken up, but I had no part in it." I said as calmly as possible, although I probably came out a little squeaky. I mean, I was being shoved against a wall for God's sake. "Now could you let me down?"

He let me down, as I dusted off my polo shirt. "Alright, well if it wasn't you, then who snitched?" he asked, seriously thinking I had a damn clue.

"I don't know, and there's no way I could possibly find out. It was likely someone who wasn't invited to your little party or a little squeaky voiced freshman. You know how they are." I rationalized, "It's a shame, but what's done is done. You guys got off easy too. You will still be allowed to graduate, and you even get to finish your lacrosse season. Don't you guys have a championship game coming?"

"Well shoot. I guess when you put it that way..." I think he was being sincere, and he looked a little bit sad, but happy at the same time, "Look, sorry I got rough with you there, there's just a lot going on at home. This didn't really make me any calmer, you know what I'm saying? Anyway, point is, I'm sorry." He extended his hairy arm, "We cool?"

I shook his hand, mostly because I didn't want to anger him again and get squashed like a bug. "Yeah, we cool."

He left, and I closed the door. I then went over to my bed and relaxed, wondering what poor buffoon got himself into that mess.

Little did I know, soon enough, I too would be in a mess of my own.

Wow, what an eloquent speaker. It's a good thing he had that going for him so he wouldn't get into trouble with someone like that. x3 Though I suppose the big guy was pretty easily swayed too.

Anyways, point is, it's still turning out well. I'm still wondering what kind of mess will be in store for our guy Jeff, though.