Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 02:23:00 -0400
From: Elijah King <elijah.don.king@gmail.com>
Subject: Eli's New Love - prologue

I'm a fairly innocent person, as far as people go. According to California,
well the entire United States really, law, I am now an adult. I don't feel
different, except for the sudden rush of adrenaline that seems to house in
my lower abdomen, my 'tummy.'  Apparently there's some magical event that's
supposed to happen between 11:59pm and 12:00am on this, my eighteenth full
trip around the sun, that makes me capable of running my own life. Who
decided such a silly thing? I'm still a kid.. I feel it.. I  look it.


Me? I'm a strange specimen, or so the internet tells me. Having a very tall
family, all 6's, I stand at a measly 5 foot 11 inches. My brown hair
disobeys me lest I spend an hour fixing it in the mirror, all brown and
wavy. I prefer to style it over my crown and to the side, proper yet cute;
the direction varies on which arm I am able to hold up the longest. After a
ruthless 3 years of common youthful facial conditions, my face is now as
smooth as a peach, as I like to put it. My eyebrows are full yet tamed, as
I spend a few minutes every couple days to reign in their incessant need to
grow. My brows sit atop two unique eyes, both ignoring any societal-induced
yearn to be identical. Whilst their colors are the same (green, brown, blue
and gold,) their patterns differ from one another. I enjoy my eyes. It's
the only part of my body I know is absolute and unchanging. I don't need to
wash them, nor do they require frequent moisturizers, nor do I need to
remove any unwanted hair from them (excluding the occasional independent
eye-lash.)


My name? My full name is Elijah Donahue King, although everyone who isn't a
piece of paper calls me Eli. I actually like my name. My parents were very
good at picking names that flow very smoothly over the tongue.


My siblings are Rebekah, Gabriel and Dominique. They've all left my
parents' residence since their lives grasped adulthood, each taking their
share of the family's money. My dad never did talk about where he got his
fortune, only that it 'apparently' had something to do with plasma
television screens. A patronizing excuse, to me, but I never pushed the
matter further.


I used to hate my parents, my whole family really, because they shunned me
once they realized I was interested in my own gender when it came to
romantic relations, before I even did mind you. The difference in treatment
happened about five years ago and I never knew why until my parents died, 2
years ago, when Gabriel told me why they started estranging me. I didn't
even realize that I was a homosexual until Gabriel confided in me, and I
remember experiencing a very large epiphany moments later.


Now it made sense why I was always curious about other boys in the locker
room. Now it made sense why my eyes would always rest upon shirtless men
just a tad longer than normal. Now it made sense why I never wanted to kiss
the girls that engaged myself. It all made sense.


That was two years ago, when I lost those that gave life to me, in an
over-the-top-cliché car accident. A truck driver apparently forgot what a
red-light meant and side-swiped my parents' vehicle, killing them both
instantly.


I could go on to tell you about my short history, my family history (or
what I know if it,) the mansion, my friends, our fortune, but that's not
what I'm here to talk to you about. I've been allowed to document these
life-changing events that were, at first, forced upon me. I've been given
the 'privilege' of narrating the story of how a rich boy like myself became
something much more... well you'll see.


It all started 2 weeks after the second anniversary of my parents' death,
my 18th birthday.


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Feel free to write to me at my email:


elijah.don.king@gmail.com


I hope my the way I describe everything isn't /too/ boring, Heh.


Chapter 1 will follow shortly!