Now that I have gotten you completely confused,
I should probably start at the beginning. For starters, my name is Miranda
Clark. I was born into a family of underachievers, mainly my younger brother
who would love to do nothing more than to melt into the couch and watch endless
hours of television.
My parents weren’t rich so I had the privilege
to attend a run-down public school for my few years of education. As students,
we were just a paycheck to the administrators and they continually found
increasingly creative means to force us to stay in school. Some were good, some
were bad. Once, they bought breakfast for the detention kids just so they would
show up.
Lucky for me, my school days only lasted to the
ninth grade. At that point I could have graduated college from all the information
I had gleaned, but from an early age I decided I didn’t want to stand out. I
would always pretend I didn’t know as much as I truly did. But by the ninth grade,
they had figured it out...
I was quickly extracted from school and trapped
in this facility. I haven’t seen my family in ten years and I don’t even know
if they still believe I am alive.
Over the past years, these scientists (more like terrorists)
have presented so much information to me that I thought my brain would burst.
They wanted to test my limits, but that’s not even the worst of it.
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