I remember it like it was yesterday. The town was overcome by a wave of slumber, after partying all night. But not me. I was 12, and an introvert at that. Whilst the town buzzed with glee and loud noises, I stayed in my room, reading. It was a book about a fictional organization called "The Freaks", who were fighting for their freedom to not be discriminated. I was so engaged in the beautiful novel I forgot all about the party. Someday, I want to join The Freaks. I want to fight for my freedom too. Because I am ugly. I am overweight. I am quiet. No-one will ever like an ugly, quiet, fat girl... I learned that the hard way. If I was part of The Freaks, surrounded by other beautiful freaks, maybe, just maybe, I would be a beautiful freak too. Little did I know that my wish was just about to come true, when I turned the last page of the book, whilst the town rested in peace, sometning came. Something that changed me. It was FREAKY.