My life was all about needles, cages, and tests. You see being a freak, mutant, or whatever you want to call kids like us, this is how u lived. its was either you do what ur told, or u die. It was simple. Even though the test hurt and, depending on what ur DNA is, killed you.
Just like the rest at the school i don't know who my parents are. They could be dead for all i know. Or they could be one of the parents who donate their kids, just to make some money.
I made a few friends. We couldnt see each other very much. Only when they were not testing on us. Her name was Maria, her DNA was just...