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Hey, everyone, I'm new here and I just wanted to ask you.., if you could tell me how you like my prologue, I'd like that very much. And since I don't know how to create a link, I'll just post my prologue on this post. So read it, tell me what you think of it, and give me suggetions.
Here it is:
I’m not normal and never will be. I work for a secret agency called Rose Thorn. They teach people as young as 13 and even blind people. They train them to fight, how to improvise, you name it: the martial arts, how to change your appearance in less than a minute, how to handle the pain of getting shot or just hurt in general.
Right now I’m their only agent that has photographic memory. And I started when I was 10 for reasons unknown. I was told my parents died in a car crash in the Rockies and that I didn’t have any other relatives to live with. So they said I could live with foster parents or my ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ and their daughter or my ‘cousin.’
All my life I’ve been living a big fat lie and I hated it. No one ever understood me, because I’ve had more than 100 alter egos. My life was orderly, and simple until I met this one guy who would throw my world into chaos and confusion, the one guy who made me lost in my own life, the one guy who would change my view of the world forever.
The one guy whom I loved so much… it hurt.
So what do you think?
Here it is:
I’m not normal and never will be. I work for a secret agency called Rose Thorn. They teach people as young as 13 and even blind people. They train them to fight, how to improvise, you name it: the martial arts, how to change your appearance in less than a minute, how to handle the pain of getting shot or just hurt in general.
Right now I’m their only agent that has photographic memory. And I started when I was 10 for reasons unknown. I was told my parents died in a car crash in the Rockies and that I didn’t have any other relatives to live with. So they said I could live with foster parents or my ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ and their daughter or my ‘cousin.’
All my life I’ve been living a big fat lie and I hated it. No one ever understood me, because I’ve had more than 100 alter egos. My life was orderly, and simple until I met this one guy who would throw my world into chaos and confusion, the one guy who made me lost in my own life, the one guy who would change my view of the world forever.
The one guy whom I loved so much… it hurt.
So what do you think?