Why does my mother insist on throwing me a birthday party every year? She knows how much I hate them. She knows how I hate being near so many people. Why does she do this? Does she like pretending that I'm a normal kid? Why is she ashamed of me? A good mother wouldn't choose to torment their child with a 186 IQ.
I hate my parties. They seem to get worse every single year. I get teased by my cousins about being taller than most of the kids my age. My mom just says I'm an early bloomer, but everyone still thinks I'm just a freak. How I hate them, if only that death ray had worked...
"Hey Cooper!" I hear a rough voice call my n