In 1980, Chris McClain attempted to create the perfect children. He would nourish and raise them to be different people, then put them on a reality onyesha where they would be tortured and abused in front of millions of poeple. Many critized the idea, saying that no human being in the world could "make children".
Chris, not knowing of the effects, fed each child's fetus a drug that would make them perfect; he also rushed the project so it would be done faster.
When all 24 of the children were finally 'born' it was made clear that Chris had failed his task.
The children looked "chibi-like" and were only 4'3". To make matters worse, they couldn't do any tasks but walking and didn't even know their own names.
Embarassed and disappointed, after two weeks of trying to raise them, Chris abondoned the children, giving each of them nothing but a name and a lifetime supply of food.
It is morning. The sun rises, drying the dew on the ground. A little house is seen just around the corner, inayofuata to the meadow.
All 24 children slept, their tiny bodies pressed against each other. Smelling the chakula around them, one of them awakened excitedly.
"Wow! Am I in heaven?" He looked around. He walked over to the mirror one of the other boys was holding and saw himself.
"Is this me? Cool! Why am I so fat though?"
He looked at his nametag. "Owen? What's an Owen? Is that my name? COOL!"
Owen shook one of the other boys. "What..?"
The smaller boy stood. "What's going on? Who are you?"
"My name's Owen! At least that's what this nametag says. Hey, you've got one too!"
"Oh...'Noah', huh. Meh. Works for me.."
After all of the children discovered themselves and each other, one zaidi thing needed to be decided: where did they come from? Where were their parents?
Chris, not knowing of the effects, fed each child's fetus a drug that would make them perfect; he also rushed the project so it would be done faster.
When all 24 of the children were finally 'born' it was made clear that Chris had failed his task.
The children looked "chibi-like" and were only 4'3". To make matters worse, they couldn't do any tasks but walking and didn't even know their own names.
Embarassed and disappointed, after two weeks of trying to raise them, Chris abondoned the children, giving each of them nothing but a name and a lifetime supply of food.
It is morning. The sun rises, drying the dew on the ground. A little house is seen just around the corner, inayofuata to the meadow.
All 24 children slept, their tiny bodies pressed against each other. Smelling the chakula around them, one of them awakened excitedly.
"Wow! Am I in heaven?" He looked around. He walked over to the mirror one of the other boys was holding and saw himself.
"Is this me? Cool! Why am I so fat though?"
He looked at his nametag. "Owen? What's an Owen? Is that my name? COOL!"
Owen shook one of the other boys. "What..?"
The smaller boy stood. "What's going on? Who are you?"
"My name's Owen! At least that's what this nametag says. Hey, you've got one too!"
"Oh...'Noah', huh. Meh. Works for me.."
After all of the children discovered themselves and each other, one zaidi thing needed to be decided: where did they come from? Where were their parents?
It was the first siku of high school and courtney was sitting in her dawati kwa her best Marafiki bridgette and leshawna and her boyfriend duncan who is sitting behide her. see courtney is still a CIT and she has longer hair about to her back and she was wearing a tank juu with a picture of a red rose and the letter on it alisema bad girl and short pants. but the only thing she want to be is a leader of the cheerleader and she was all ready a CIT. hujambo courtney. alisema bridgette hujambo bridgette. alisema courtney so are wewe ready to meet our new teacher courtney. alisema bridgette yeah total. alisema courtney well down get your hopes up i heard that she a nice teacher. alisema bridgette then teacher came in. hello kids. my name is Toot portia but wewe can call me Mrs.portia. so let start on learn about math. alisema Mrs.portia it was four hours... ok class time for lauch. chr.2 lauch time
