The minivan pulled up to the Elementary school, the sound of kids playing high in the air. In the van was 2 proud parents and a little girl who stared out the window with no expression, her emerald eyes tearing through the kids one at a time.
"Alright Grace, today is your first day of school. Do you have all your supplies and lunch money?" Mom asked, smiling back at her daughter.
"Yes Mom, I do..." Grace quietly answered, still staring outside at a particular girl who was hugging her parents as she ran off toward the school.
The Mother saw her staring outward, her smile wiped off her face as she carefully asked,"Is something wrong Grace?"
Grace closed her eyes, shaking her head as she said,"No Mom..." Before opening the door and stepping out, closing it behind her before they could answer. Grace's parents were kind and loving parents, who were always there for her, and enjoyed spending time with her, but even through all that Grace felt lonely. She can be considered what normal society call, a genius. Though most individuals don't have much knowledge from only being in first grade, she has been reading a lot and knows about anything she can get her hands on. Right now Grace's father is working as a nurse at a local clinic, and though he says he's happy with the job, Grace knew otherwise. He had a lot of medical books around his study, most of them of a college level reading. She had also found his transcript from when he went to medical school. He was near bottom of his class. Her Mom however stayed at home quietly and happily cleaning the house and paying the bills, spending a lot of her time online. In Grace's eyes, she did not want to live a boring life, or one as a failure and a lier. Grace despised her father for lying like that, and no longer trusts anything he says. But, she could thank him for the books however, as she found the medical field incredibly interesting, as it pointed out all of the human bodies weaknesses and faults. Weaknesses that Grace felt she needed to remove. But, she lacked the ability to directly experience the medical field, and so all she had was what was written. However, as her parents car drove off and she started to walk forward, she noticed from the corner of her eye a chance to experiment.
Another boy, at least 3 years older walked up to Grace with his friends beside him. Compared to the boys, Grace was rather small, but that was to be expected for her age. Grace just stopped and looked up at them expressionlessly, but was smiling within as her mind churned.
"Hey look guys, a new kid. Quite the midget too!" The boy replied, his friends laughing as Grace just looked up, seemingly unaffected by what he said.
Her lack of response annoyed the boy however as he said,"What's the matter shorty! Aren't you gonna say anything?"
Grace thought a moment, her eyes darting around for a moment before she carefully replied,"Short huh? Well, at least I don't have a broken collarbone."
The boy looked at Grace strangely, looking at his shoulder. He was about to tell Grace that it wasn't broken before she had reached for the one he wasn't looking at, hooking her fingers expertly behind them as she applied a strong push with her thumb, his collarbone snapping like a twig. The boy cried out in pain, falling to the ground as he burst into tears, his friends just standing there as Grace pushed the boy to the side with her foot, and walked into the school. Grace knew from that moment on that she was going to have a wonderful time in this new school of hers.
7 Years Later...
Grace was 14 now, sitting outside the Principles office as she wrote in her notebook that she always kept with her since 3rd grade. Her school life had been an interesting one filled with her testing others limits, both in physical, mental, and emotional states. Teachers were afraid to talk to her, students afraid to go near her, and she always got A's in all of her classes. In the Principles office were the principle and her parents discussing future plans, and her actions.
"Grace is a very intelligent young girl. Her test grades are amazing, and her IQ is higher then that of any of the teachers here... The problem is her attitude... It seems that she feels she is better then everyone else, and constantly proves her worth above everyone else. She has no respect for anyone, refuses to listen to the teachers past school work, and has openly insulted my lack of intelligence. But... Her test grades have helped the school greatly, and we are at a loss of what to do... Has there been any kind of issue like this at home?" The principle replied as he pat his head with a towel, the summer heat getting to him.
"No no, not like that anyway. I mean, she secludes herself to her room and refuses to speak to us aside from buying her a new book or to eat. We tried doing something about it, but she just outright refuses to listen, and anything we try to do she finds a way around. So, we just let her do what she wants... We don't know what to do either..." Mom replied, her hand being stroked by Dad as he shook his head. He was proud that he was able to create such an intelligent child, but was not sure where he went wrong with her...
"Well... There is one option we have..." The Principle replied,"I didn't want to bring this up until afterwords, but it sounds like a solution now..." The principle bent down, pulling a letter from under his desk, handing it to them as he continued,"Harvard has recognized your daughter, and wants her to sit in some of their classes. If she can handle the new information, she can enroll with everything prepaid."
This of course excited the parents, and they continued to discuss it, but when all was said and done and they called Grace in, her only answer to all of it was no. Grace walked from that room, disgusted of those people. Her parents and the principle did not understand, but Grace did not want this. Grace was going to go through life as she was, and work to get into college herself. She was not going to let it be handed to her because they feel belittled by her intelligence...
3 Years Later
Grace moved out when she was 16, working online as she contributed information to a medical department as well as her own diagnosis for issues. She wasn't paid a lot in her opinion, but it was enough for her to afford a nice apartment, as well as fully furnish it. Grace was to graduate this year, having earned all the credits she needed Sophomore year. Normally, she wouldn't skip to college, but she felt she learned all she needed at high school, and felt it was no longer necessary for her to be there.
It was a Friday night, and she was walking home from the grocery store after having bought the food she needed for the week. It was late fall, so it was pretty cold out that night as she walked down the sidewalk, her shoes making a loud clack every time she stepped. Grace was just passing by a local park, and looked over to it, seeing its poor construction and old equipment, sneering at how pathetic it looked. That was before something struck the back of her head, and she fell to the sidewalk, blacking out.
Grace woke up moments later, her head throbbing in pain as her vision fought to clear up. Once it did, she noticed that she was being held by two men, one at each arm as they held her up off the ground. She could not move as she stared into the face of a very angry man. Grace however knew this man... From long ago... It took her a moment considering the pain in her head, but she recognized him as the boy from Elementary school, the first person she ever hurt.
"Hey there Grace... See you're still as short as ever... Didn't think I'd just forget you breaking my collar bone like that huh? You know that little stunt ruined my childhood... That one broken bone forced my parents into poverty you little bitch! So now... I'm going to break you... You think you're so great, standing above everyone like you're some kind of God! Well, I guess we'll have to take you down a few more inches..." The man replied. Grace was stunned, unsure why any of this is happening. The men holding her held her down face first in the grass, pressing it down as the cold ground and sharp grass stung her face and eyes. Her legs were held still, and her heart raced in pain as she tried and failed to scream. For once in her life, Grace was powerless. The other man would look down at her, before lifting his heavy boots as he started stomping as hard as he could on Grace's legs. Grace could do nothing but cry in pain as his obvious strength shattering her legs over and over and over... Grace felt he would never stop, but then some unheard words were said by one of the other men, the sound fading from her due to sheer pain. She felt herself being tossed as she landed hard, falling into a deep sleep once more.
An hour later Grace would be found in the middle of the park, her legs mangled and destroyed as blood soaked the area.
A few days later is when Grace would wake up, her eyes opened to a new light as her situation was explained to her. The men who hurt her were caught and put in jail, but the damage was done. Her legs would heal, but the nerve damage could not be repaired. Grace would never walk again. It was a few more months before Grace was let out with a wheel chair, but that gave her plenty of time to think... For the longest time, she felt she was a God, and that no one could defeat her. No one could be smarter or stronger then her. But in less then 5 minutes this was proven to be false, and now she is even less powerful with the loss of her legs. Grace however, could not live with this... She is destined to be more powerful then anyone, as that is a responsibility given to her, and expressed by her... For the first time in a very long time, Grace would smile, for she'd have a lot of work to do, and would now work herself to becoming a true God. That, she felt, was fact, and she would not be proven wrong again...
Subject: The Making of a God 
