A story on being different and isolated by society. .

Essay by allstarstudentHigh School, 10th gradeA, May 2007

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Alien. That's what humans call me. But my real name is in fact 'Alan'; however no one calls me that. I'm sure you would call me Alien if u saw me, but I wouldn't blame you. I was born with a rare skin disease called Harlequin Ichthyosis. It makes my skin shed up to 10 times a day, and just happens to make me look like an Alien, I have to admit. My skin is a dark pinkish red colour and all wrinkled up, besides, I don't even have a single strain of hair on my head. Would you say I'm attractive?My life isn't precisely heaven; when my mother gave birth to me she literally screamed and vomited with disgust, later on that evening she fled far far away. Her scream of horror was the last I heard of her. Anyhow I wasn't expected to live, so while doctors fought to save my life, my father was getting on the next flight to Hawaii.

But some sort of miracle occurred and my heart just happened to keep on beating. I became some sort of medical marvel thingy, seeing as I was like the tenth person in this world to ever survive. Occasionally I hear people say I'm special, but the majority of people just call me a freak of nature. Anyways, when my father heard from the doctors that I was a miracle thingy, he came right back and sold my "magical" story to the newspapers. He used all the money to fly to Vegas and gamble. I think you can predict what happened after that.

I'm 15 now, just in case you were wondering. I'm very much alike any teen my age. I go to high school, but you know how you have that weirdo who...