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<p class="MsoNormal">I am Sam Grimsly Dorman. Two days ago I had my fourteenth birthday.  I am five foot eight, black hair, with a fleck of blond and defined enough to cause some major harm.  There are other things about me, but you’re going to have to wait to know them. The one important thing, the only thing to truly understand, is that I kill. I do it for fun and it gets me excited. You may ask yourself how or why? Well, life’s too short to keep secrets, so here goes. There are certain events of my birth date, where I discovered something about myself.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal">As usual, I woke up to another heavy day at school. I always dreaded school. It was so dull and boring, a rinse and repeat kind of thing. All I ever seemed to do was get dressed, go to school and come straight back home.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal">As I headed downstairs, for the expected cards, presents and my usual cheerio with milk scenario, I didn’t yet know what was going to happen at the end of it all.  I smirked because, as expected, on the edge of the fireplace, there were the presents, sharply wrapped in cowboy paper. Woody waving to buzz in his happy, slappy, cowboy manner!  Why my mom continued to treat me like a two year old is still unknown to me, but I rolled with it. I went back upstairs to wake my stepdad and mom up. I knocked quietly, no reply. I opened the door a little to see their sleeping forms. All was calm and sweet.  I went back downstairs, and watched some TV until they woke up. Finally I got to unwrap my presents and eat breakfast with them like a real family.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Thankfully, school gave us recess in between the monotony of the working day. I usually just hung around with my, ‘friends’. I say that loosely, because I never felt equal, always separated from the crowd somehow.  They never really knew me.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal">Lunchtime was the treat of listening to kids my age talking about their new phones, and gadgets, which I would never have.  I would sit and pretend to be engrossed in my cheese sandwich wishing to be a part of the conversation.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal">It would never change, but, on my special day'', I'' changed and finally snapped. My inner demons, powers I never knew I had, surfaced.  I stepped away from my stepfather, raised my hand and allowed electricity to pass through my fingertips. Things flew across the room at my will, hitting and spearing them both. They fell to the floor as finally death claimed them. A different type of silence surrounded me when it was all done. I stood there for the longest time, looking down and feeling nothing but utter relief.  I knew then that this it was destined, inevitable. My life had turned as demonic power was born.</p>

 

 

 

 

 

 

FURBEARINGBRICK'S NOTE: The author STILL insists Grimsley isn't a Mary Sue because he has a tragic past! Tragic pastas count as a flaw, right? Heh heh heh heh, WRONG.

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