Hollywood Zenith

I have always been smart so as others told me repeatedly. Things seemed to easy for me, while others struggled to grasp such concepts. I started understand what my mother was saying when I was three years old.

I also remember her leaving me at the Orphanage when I just turned three. Her reasons? She sometimes cursed my as being a strange child. I only cried when I was hungry, even having wet diapers didn't faze me because I didn't feel any need remind my mother about it.

I barely spoke to her not because I didn't want to but I didn't know how to address her. Human condition always eluded me, I could never tell what others were feeling especially if their emotions. One could tell me a plain lie and I would believe it.

It led to countless situation where I was bullied, even the people that were there to take care of didn't bother just because I was a weird child. I never understood what they meant by that. I had all the right body parts, I also eat food and do other chores like other people but somehow I was always being picked on for being an outcast.

It led to me spending a lot of time in front of television. It was the only solace of my life, a way to get away from other people finding comfort in lively images on the screen. Within few months, I started speaking in foreign language which greatly shocked others.

Suddenly, I became the talk of the small town. That's when the real trouble started but thinking about it, I didn't dislike the attention. It gave me more insight on what was going on other people's mind. One great thing that came out of it was my access to the library.

I was told some high ranking person in the government granted me access to the library without any charge. It was then that I realized the real value of money. Up until now, I didn't really care about how the exchange of goods happened.

When I learned more about my condition, I read there was always a case of people like me to focus intently on one or two subjects neglecting everything else around them.

At least these words freed me from some unspoken chain of being an outcast. But as I browsed through the different selection of books, i soon find them boring. All the novel and stories lacked something that I couldn't understand. Maybe it was me who was lacking but either way, they never interest me. Your adventure continues at empire

Some of the fellow readers would discuss these stories at length going through the complex emotions of the characters and what challenges they were facing inside their mind when they had to make any tough decisions. Sometimes, it would be about some couple overcoming a huge adversity to reach a happy ending.

In my case, I was always puzzled by such discussions. There were always some logical steps these people could take without indulging so much on superficial things. Emotions became their driving factor but why? Wouldn't it be a completely different story if they understood how to survive and forget about things like love and loyalty?

Love, right, it was something I could never understand. Some said, a mother's love was the strongest but what about me? Why was I left behind? Wasn't she a mother too? A love between man and woman was sacred. It was also jarring, how could they care to love when their foolish actions was what led to them to demise?

Any other emotion seemed pointless, jealousy, fear or even greed. I could never understand their significance. After novels and fictions, I moved to history. This section did interest me a little, there were heroic tales coupled with the madness of dictators and monarchs who grappled with self worth and existential crisis.

I would sit outside in the market observing people thinking if they were the next in line to ruin this town or this country in their pursuit of greed and power. History did give me some insights to how human mind works but still, if I can't feel an ounce of those emotions what help would that be to me?

When I was twelve, I started experiencing some chances in my body. I also thought others gaze on me for the first time. I couldn't understand it at first but soon, I found out the intricacies of human relation. I read more about it and discovered many things but unlike my peers, I could never get interested in opposite sex.

The whole action seemed pointless to me. Gushing over some boy who was handsome and fit became a norm for other girls around me by the time I reached sixteen years old. I scanned through most of the books in the small library not knowing where to go from here.

I even had few boys came up to me to ask me some question. From the way they talked to how they moved was uneventful. After experiencing a near fatal encounter with one of the men in my village, I completely stopped talking with others.

That day I learned a lesson, I might not be able to understand what they were thinking or whether they were telling truth or not, I could only discern few micromovements of their face to get a clear answer especially the eyes, the eyes of a person could tell me most that I want to know.

The man who was responsible for inflicting pain on me was beaten to death by the villagers. Emotions might be a fleeting feeling for me but I knew what it felt to get hurt. I didn't particularly care about what happened to that man but in the process people began to keep their distance from me for some reason.

As I browsed the final section of the library, I found what I was looking for. The perfect thing that explained how things worked and how everything was connected. Before I knew it, I immersed myself in that world leaving everyone behind.