Tomorrow I will no longer be human, at least, I think.

Not for one moment in my life did I believe I was

truly human. They were always better than me. They were faster, stronger, smarter, prettier, louder.
They dominated me in every way. When the test results come back, the truth will be set bare. All my
shame will lay there, stripped off its clothing, and I will be sent to the Farm. This was not supposed to
happen to me. This was not the fate that was promised to me. I am born of Shepard blood. I originate
from a bloodline of some of this nation’s greatest leaders. Why am I the one to fail? Why am I tainted
with such a disease? As the days draw nearer, I find it harder to breathe. I find it harder to live knowing
that this act will be over. It is as if I had feigned this role all my life. I never believed in my intelligence or
physical abilities. I told both Mother and father with a face of absolute resolve that I know I received a
100. I wonder if they could sense the fear in my face. I wonder if they know that I am not special. Did
they always believe I was animal and were just waiting for this day to fulfill their suspicions? I feel as if I
am an animal imitating the words and mannerisms of humans. It was all a desperate act to achieve
normality, but I now know that is over. Fortunately, I do not believe that I will be alive tomorrow. This
will probably be my last day. If I am to live the rest of my life as a beast, then it is not a life worth living. I
want to be remembered by those who knew me as the human I always strived to be.