Fred knew he was
cursed. It wasn’t a secret to him. He accepted that phrase from anyone with
glee.
It was almost
laughable that people would expect a freaked out reaction from him. Heck, he
knew he was cursed. He had to be.
Everything that has happened in his 30 years
of being in existence lent credence to that fact.
He wondered why the hell God
was in such a freaking bad mood the day he was created.
He was certain God
in his annoyance, had given him as a pet project to Lucifer’s apprentice.
That apprentice
had put all the woes of the world into his diminutive self.
Not only was he
created ugly, he was also short. The world often said that women wouldn’t care
about appearance once a man had the cash. But there again, the wicked
apprentice also blew him a curse. He was poorer than a church rat.
It wasn’t just
right for someone to be this way.
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Life had played
a huge joke on him. From the early mysterious death of his parents, to him
being dumped on a family that had no love for him. His uncle and his family had
treated him like a privileged outcast from the day he was brought to them.
He was barely
one year old then. The fact that he stayed an extra one year before walking
instilled further proof in his Uncle Amadi’s mind that he was indeed cursed. They
often whispered that he killed his parents.
This fear also
forced the family to train him properly against their wish.
Amadi and his
family were dead scared that Fred Egwuonwu would harm them if they treated him
badly, so while they distanced themselves from him, they made sure to provide
him with all the necessities for school and life.
They shipped him
off to boarding school and he got used to being with strangers.