Preface

David O'Rourke was one of those types of people that just didn't know where his life was going. It wasn't really surprising, since the boy was only sixteen years old. However, people always thought that he was an odd sort of boy. This had nothing to do with his looks, however. Just in the way he acted.

To most, David was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle. He would get up every morning at 2:00AM, just to do his morning rituals. He was in the two percent range of the population that only needed about two hours sleep. What were his morning rituals? For one thing, he would put on his joggers and go for a five mile run down the road and walk back to cool off. The other thing that he did was lift weights almost religiously for three hours. His mother had set him up a full weight room in the garage when he got interested in physical fitness at the age of nine.

His mother was the type of person that believed in giving children free rein until they proved that they could not handle it. So far, David had not proved that once, that she knew off. Since the woman was a rich Heiress, she could afford these small things, like weight rooms and computers without spoiling her kids.

All of this made him the fittest boy in his classes. However, that did not count the Aikido and Kenpo classes that he was taking from seven to ten at night, and that was since he was four years old—his mother also paid for these. All of these things and his burning desire to do them, made him kind of strange to his fellow classmates, who usually wanted to laze around. Especially since, he seemed to coast in school on straight A's. However, that had more to do with his eidetic memory than anything else did in his education. That, combined with his speed reading ability, made him almost unstoppable in school.

Even though he had many skills in languages (Italian, German and French), Martial Arts and fitness, there were still areas that he was sorely lacking in, in life. One of the main areas was in social skills—the boy had almost no friends, unless they wanted help with their homework. Girls? Forget it. The boy was much to shy to approach them to strike up a conversation. He was much too shy period, when he thought about it, and he did not have a clue as to why that was.

He was fairly good looking for a boy his age. He had hair that was as black as a crow feather and blue eyes that reminded a lot of people of the sky, they were so unusual. His physique was almost absolutely perfect for a sixteen year old. Therefore, he didn't understand what the problem was. It was not as if his home life was real shitty, because it wasn't. A lot of people blamed all kinds of shit on their parents, but not David. He knew all his problems were just that—his. There was no use blaming anyone else.

Besides, his home life was the only place that he felt his nervousness ebb away—but not completely. His father died four years ago in a car crash, so all he had was his sisters and his mother. Well, when he said that his nervousness completely ebbed away, that wasn't completely true. Since his adoption at the age of two, he didn't really feel guilty ogling the beautiful women in his life, including his adoptive Mother to a lesser degree. He had always said that the women in his house were the most beautiful of the female species in town.

His oldest sister was seventeen and was a straight "A" student just as he was. Her name was Heather. The only problem he had with her was the fact that she was more than a little snobbish and would rather break her neck than break a rule. That, however, did not stop her beauty. With long blonde hair and eyes the color of sapphire, she was definitely a looker. Her main problem was that she was very gorgeous and she knew it and used it to her advantage.

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