The Specials Much Too Young Novels & Stories

“This is BADD.” I glanced at the rearview mirror. Poppy sat in her car seat with her tiny arms crossed over her chest, lips pushed out, bangs falling into her eyes, that round little face drenched in national-level grief. I’d left her hair down, only brushed neatly and pinned back on one side. No ribbon. “No,” I said, turning slowly onto the boulevard. “It’s called normal hair on a normal child.” “I’m not normal,” she snapped. “I’m special.”

I said. Nancy's face twisted in disbelief. She could not hold it in anymore and snapped at me, saying, "Jessica! This is a joke, right? You're serving instant noodles at a wedding banquet?" I let out an icy laugh. "What else should we be eating at this wedding banquet?" All eyes turned to me at once, sharp and piercing. Nancy's face flushed red. She looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor. "What kind of wedding serves this? Other people prepare full meals with meat and seafood! You're humiliating the Jones family!"

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.

Simple pleasures are often the best. 'Don’t lose sight of the propaganda value of such TV programmes, Millie,' Sid called from the kitchen. 'Tom and Sandra are busy learning how good and just the world is, in which the county set have everything. Cars, clothes, romance, and, of course, we need to learn how deserving they are of such a life.' 'Cripes, Sid! I thought I was having a bad bout of the cynics.' 'I think I’m working a seventy-hour week at the moment, and if it weren’t for Charley’s help it would be much more. Yep. I’m cynical alright! I’m also working to change my life forever.'

“Oh yeah, everyone is good. But Jessie has a little …er… surprise. Yup. Well, I’m going to let her tell you everything, but you’re going to have an extra guest.” She pulled the phone from her ear at the exclamation that followed with a wince. “Nope…noooo, no… I wouldn’t… nope, I wouldn’t worry about setting up an extra room…” She turned to shoot a devilish look at Jessie, who had gone a bit pale, while Jacob seemed to be turning a lovely shade of crimson. “Uh huh. Yup. Well… okay, I’ll leave that up to you guys… Yup. Okay! Well! We’re on our way, going through a bad cell spot. See you later, love you, bye!”

My name was Bruce Dickson, and I had a very pretty wife named Sabrina Ryder. We'd been happily married for two years, and our sex life had also been very harmonious. However, recently, our relationship encountered some problems. For some reason, my already impressive size had started to develop secondary growth again. At first, Sabrina and I were incredibly excited, thinking we'd struck gold. After all, it was just a weird miracle that my junk would still continue growing despite me almost hitting my 30s, and no woman would ever turn down a big junk.

And can you answer this? "What's with the new Changes? "Why did you add money for the audition ticket? I thought it was free? Charley asks, feeling really indignanted at her mother for doing that. The audition and scholarship has always been free. Then what's with the new Changes and they're some destitute girl who's in need of this opportunity but some of them might not see that little money to apply for the scholarship. "Gosh, why's her mother behaving so wicked.

Had it not been for the ridiculous decision five years ago, maybe things would have turned out differently for the three of us. Sitting across from me, Arabella stirred her coffee with ease. “Are you honestly thinking about coming to Brimble Network? Isn’t Suede Corporation your whole life? You’ve spent years locking yourself away in that lab and come running whenever Patrick calls. You’re more well-trained than his own dog.” Keeping my head down, I took a sip of coffee. “I’m done being his lapdog.” Arabella was taken aback. A while later, she handed me a contract with a complicated look.

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

No one was the wiser that I was a special that I had changed at all. About 30 minutes after Astrid’s face had appeared on the TV, the president’s face appeared. He talked about how there was no cover up, that she was just trying to sway us from the truth. He spoke about how they would up the protection around schools, and public places to keep the kids safe, because ‘specials use nasty tactics during war’. I couldn’t believe he said after his military had killed those kids on Barker Street. He mentioned how specials would not be allowed on school campuses, or universities. They would test everyone entering and leaving the school to check and see if they were special or not. My body froze. I