Misfit: preface and Chapter 1

All was well in the year of 2012. Everyone lived their happy lives, living freely amung the world. All changed when Memphas Blair became president of the United States. War broke out with the world. Every one of the six contenents went to war. Russia and the U.S went into nuclear combat, and Russia, along with the rest of the world was obliverated. Blown to smitherines. The U.S had won the war, but Hell’s gates had been blown open within the war. Refugees and survivors were forced to hide in underground shelters.
Two years passed. Memphas Blair made a perfect nation. One where nobody was richer or poorer than another. A nation where everyone was the same. Literally.
Everyone had blonde hair and blue eyes. Well, almost everyone. Some were born burnettes, red heads, or with green eyes. Everyone called them misfits. Misfits were shipped to an island everyone called Nobody’s Island. Except the misfits. They had to call it home.
People would say that misfits were mutaints from the nuclear radiation. They really didn’t know another way to explain the misfits. So, why not call them mutains. They didn’t know why misfits happened.
I’ve been thinking about our whole world’s history, and now I’ve decided what I really want to do about it. I wanna make a change. When I die, I want the world to be a better place.

Chapter 1: Born.
All eyes were locked on me. Men, women, and children. I began to observe the other infants carefully. They all had blonde hair, blue eyes, and slightly lighter skin than mine. I also took notice, by my faint reflection in the glass, I looked very different. I had black hair, green eyes, and olive skin. I was very different.
Morning. Thats what the men and women called the very bright light outside. Everyone started to converse when they came towards me One of the men, everyone called him doctor Smith, picked me up and out of the glass tub and room.
Doctor Smith carried me to a little dark room. I stared at him with the best sight I could offer him. It looked to me like he was staring back at me. The last words I ever heard out of his mouth were, “Her dearist miracle, I’m so very sorry to take you away from this wonderland. I just wish this world wasn’t a screwed up one.” Those were his famous last words to me.

Misfit: preface and Chapter 1


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