I quickly stole a glance of the launch codes. I
know I wasn’t authorized to, but my curiosity overpowered my common sense and
they were out in the open, begging for me to peek.
You may think my harmless glance was as innocent
as I intended it to be, but there is one thing you don’t know about me. I am
special. I am not talking about the kind of special nurturing mothers call
their talentless children or the kind of special the outcast embody because
they want an explanation for their loneliness. It’s nothing like that.
I am special because I have the ability to
memorize just about anything with even the smallest of glimpses. This talent
was particularly useful in my endless days of school. It helped me ace all my
classes and I would have been the valedictorian of my high school class, if I could
have made it that far.
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