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  • Stories are music, are sound, are strains of notes adding up to one cacophonous song of human existence.
    How can one person stand out, how can one person make their voice heard above the clashing melodies of everyone else's lives?
    I am Kas. I'm fifteen years old, and I'll be sixteen soon. I live in a rather large town, called Centerville, near Dayton, Ohio. I have been very sheltered as a child- no television, only books, no media, limited computer. As I've grown older, of course, I've broadened my own views, but still I don't understand the way the world works, and how it's viewed- the celebrities, the media, the good and the bad, the pain and the drama.
    But in my lack of understanding, I see things that others don't. I look closely, I see the small things. And that's okay too.
    My parents are 55 and 54. One is an anesthesiologist, and the other works for the department of defense. We belong to an upper middle-class family. I'm embarrassed sometimes, because my family owns a large house and I have more money than my friends.
    I've done lots of things. I started walking early. I played on a stage with Mark Wood, who's famous for inventing electric violins. I encountered an obscure cellist named Ben Sollee who changed my life by teaching me to sing and play. I've been to Mexico, Quebec, and London. I know how to identify a bird by it's call alone. I played the lead role in a middle-school musical. I won medals in Science Olympiad at the national tournament. I play tuba, piano, cello, and I sing.
    These are all things I have done. Hopefully I will do more things like these. I can't say. But these are not things I am.
    I am fifteen, almost sixteen. My favorite color is green, because that is the color of life. I took the 'Wizard's Oath' from the Young Wizards series, because I realized, even six years ago, that anyone can be a wizard- you don't have to travel universes and manipulate time and space to be able to do good things and respect the world around you. I have thirty-six universes inside my head at last count. My biological gender is female, and I happen to be attracted to females. I am an avid fan of Homestuck, Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Sherlock. I read a lot, which is what inspires me to write. I swear a lot, but my parents don't like it. I like to climb. I have very low self-esteem on some days, and social anxiety. A few times I hurt myself, and I vowed never to do it again. I buried the razors in a plastic bag under a cobblestone in the front walkway. I rarely get angry, and I try my best never to hate people or hold grudges against them. I've tried out for all the school theater productions, but never been accepted.
    I apply my rather cynical view of the torturous conditions of a student's life to my conversations on a daily basis. People make me nervous- I can't stand when people touch me without permission, or brush up against me, or whack me with an elbow on accident. It shatters my concentration and forces me to flinch away, and stand in one spot, huddled up and eyes wide like a frightened animal. I hate sharing facts about myself in front of a large group people, and I don't like talking to strangers at all, so I sputter and blab and choke out a few phrases at a time while smiling away like it's Christmas morning all over again and I just got my telescope. I guess it works- apparently, I'm funny and likeable. Who knew?
    I am Kas. I want to stand up on this podium and tell people my individual story, I want to spin the words and the deeds and the thoughts and the feelings into a melody and have it float out across the air and maybe, maybe it can surface from the river of sound and pay into the air for all to hear.
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