Episode One: "Genetics"

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Ashley Hill
Brooklyn, New York

Four times three equals?twelve!

Ashley quickly solved the basic mathematical question with relative ease, only using the powerful tool of her mind to discover the answers. She raised he hand up above her desk, pencil tightly in grasp, and slid the tip against the wide-lined paper, writing the answer she had processed in her mind.

The children around her, though the same exact age as her, failed to generate an answer with equal speed. She was a God among insects?though she lived in a rough neighborhood, where the other children indubitably were caught in the acts of life, thus not knowing as much?and it was quite clear.

The teacher waited patiently at her small desk. Her eyes had locked onto the room?s clock that was mounted to the center of the ceiling. Recess was approaching, and soon; she could not wait (children slowly became rowdy as recess dawned, but afterwards were back to normal). ?All right, children,? she spoke as it turned 12:30. ?Please set down your pencils and?? The bell rang loudly. ?GET READY FOR RECESS!?

Instantly, the children slammed their pencils against the sturdy desks and charged out of the room through the small entrance door. Like a raging current washing into a sinking boat, the kids ran down the short hallway and outside.

One child remained, however; little Ashley stayed at her desk, finishing her classwork. She had gotten to the very bottom, but stuck on a simple math equation?seven times seven?and had a ?brain fart?.

The teacher noticed her lone student still working. ?Everything all right, miss Hill?? She slowly walked over to the young African-American child, hunching over and placing an arm around her shoulders. ?You know, recess is an important part of being a kid. You need the break.? Ashley looked at her teacher, within her reflecting eyes. The teacher merely smiled and placed her hand on Ashley?s hand, helping her put the pencil down. ?Go out and play with all of the other children.?

?But Ms. Thompson, I don?t want to play with them,? she immediately replied, hanging her head low. ?They don?t understand me. I?m different. I?m smarter.?

Her teacher eased the girl out of the chair, slowly. ?That doesn?t mean that they won?t accept you, dear child. Go, have fun, it?ll be worth the walk.?

Ashley finally elected to go out and socialize, for anti-social behavior started at the youngest age?at the age she was at now. ?Okay, I will,? she said as she quickly bolted from her seat and out of the room; her intentions: going outside.



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OOC: 400 something. Will get better.