The Gifted One

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"The W-Wh..."

"White" Felix corrected me.

"Damn it! Why is this so hard!"

He smirked. "Cause you were supposed to learn this when you were in first grade."

"First...Grade?" I asked, confused.

"Ya, school! Ya know, the place you go to learn stuff?"

I blinked still confused.

"Wait, how much do you know about society...?"

I shrugged. "What I've learn about it? I what I knew," 

"What you knew," He said, waiting for my answer.

"Um...well, I knew that I was in a asylum, why I was there, and age is based on how many years you live. The called me a girl so I just agreed to it, feeling that it fit me. They made sure I was clean saying things about infections? Which I don't know about. And that I apparently need sleep, water, shelter, and food. But nothing else." I responded, trying to remember everything I knew.

"Anything else?"

"There's more?" I asked.

He nodded frantically, "Oh ya, there's school, which helps you learn English, Math, Science, and much more. Then theres society, which you learn kinda on your own yet, you get basic outlines."

"Society...?" I asked, wondering what that meant.

"Ya, it a place for the people who are human, they go their and live there lives, being around other humans."

"Cool!" I said, jumping up. "Can I met humans?"

"Um...well...they may not really...ah..."

"I could  met friends and help set fires and-"

"NO!" He shouted, throwing his hands up.

I blinked. "Why not?"

"Listen, ah. Humans don't like us, the think we're crazy, evil, deserved to be locked up."

"Oh..." I whispered. "Is that why I was in a asylum...?"

He nodded slowly. "Sadly, yes. Which is cruel cause look at you now! You don't know anything!"

I looked down, ashamed.

"Oh! No, no, no, that's not what I meant!" He stammered, waving his hands. "I mean as in things that no one knows. You deserved a chance, and they stole it. Your smart, it was just never found."

I looked up at him. "Is that what school is? The learning place?"

"Learning place?"

"Ya, I heard a girl screaming in the hallway on night about her friends at the learning place, it's we're she used to be."

He nodded. "Then yes, it's the learning place."

"How do they learn? Who tells them everything."

He smiled. "A teacher! They show you the ropes, and the more you learn, the higher grade you are."

I smiled. "What grade would I be in?"

"How old are you?"

"11" I answered, smiling.

"Well, I think you would have been in third grade, the fourth, so on and so fourth."

"Awesome! I want to do that!" I said, looking back at the book.

"Well, you can!"

My eyes light up. "Really!"

"Sure! You can learn anything you want!"