Well, I guess I should go from the start, I was always the different one, the weird one. And truthfully I didn't and don't give a crap what others think. See, I always knew what I was but the thing is that the people who were my parents, well they weren't. Turns out I was some sort of changeling/switched at birth child.
My, let's call them foster parents, were a pair of social class ditz's who wouldn't know reality if it was shoved up their asses.

They were the typical, "refined", Americans. With social parties with tea, and dressing and moulding their sweet little children into the perfect little, mindless, socialite Angels who consider themselves above everyone. Let's just say when they started to pull that shit with me it all went up and hit that fan.
My 4th birthday party, one of the earlier examples.
They had stuffed me into torture and destroyed my mind.
The made me wear a DRESS! And even worse still it was pink.
Pink, the colour that must belong to satan as only one so terrible as he could have created the idea of something as hellish as that.(see what I did there!)
They had made me have a dolls and princesses party, my two most hated creatures in the universe, with all their brainless friends and children being invited. Now I was excited for my birthday until they shoved me in a dress and then took me downstairs.
My worst nightmare.
There wasn't only pink, there were different types of it!
And it was everywhere, on the walls, cabinets, carpet. I wouldn't have been surprised if they had shoved some of it up their asses.
Next worst part. Seeing brainless zombies, a whole cult of them.
They just kept on coming! Little ones in pink, leaders of each little zombie in even worse with screwed on smile and attitudes.

Kissing cheeks, hugging and babbling away in those incessant voices. I never missed the look on their face as the complimented me on being a darling little angel and then the horrified looks on their faces when they saw me glaring, no, not frowning or sulking but actually glaring. As they started to scatter like leaves in the wind. Except these ones chose to leave. Next worst part. Presents.

Now normally the presents are the highlight for every kid on their birthday. I wasn't like that. See all the presents I was going to get were I either little dolls, barbies or some other obnoxiously pink thing. As I tore through my presents, my mood only worsened as I got doll after doll after doll. 

When everyone went outside for *cue snobby British voice* tea and biscuits I went into my room to take off the horrendous item they called a dress I realised there was someone there. Standing in the middle of my room was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I honestly can't remember what she looked like but i remember this warm feelling as if she had this warmth coming off her.

I, being little and curious just asked, 'Who are you?'