Autobiography

My name is Nicholas Benedict. I was born in Holland on May 1, 1963. Life as a kid in Holland was scabrous because both my parents died before I was three and I had no other existing relatives except for my uncle who abided in America, but I couldn’t afford to travel all the way to America. So I was conscripted to dwell on the streets as an orphan for two years. Despite delay, when I reached the age of five I learned of a new orphanage that had just recently opened up, that’s when my real life commenced.
I was always picked on in the orphanage for being so intelligent and knowing such big words. The way I knew such big words was because on cold winter nights I loved to sneak into the library and read for hours on end. Despite that the orphanage had a library it was nothing compared to that of the local library’s vast collection of adventures and knowledge. Life at the orphanage was almost as miserable as life on the streets thieving food just to stay alive, almost. I spent most of my time in the library that no one else but me used, I spent so much time reading in the library that I wore my eyes out and had to get glasses. The orphanage manager only paid for glasses because that way I would sell easier.
Despite all of my misery, it all ended when my dear uncle came and adopted me. He was in my parents will anyway. The journey to America was perilous. We almost met the same fate as the Titanic. Even though the experience of crossing the Atlantic was perturbing it was quite pleasant in America. My uncle was very nice to me and even though he was as strict as a line he never beat me like the orphanage manager used to.
By the age of 17 I was off to college. Now, that might seem a little early but I skipped three grades to get there. I was despised by most of my professors since I was more brilliant than them or I always corrected them when they made a mistake. When I finally got my doctorate at the age of 19, all of the professors were relieved that my departure was soon and I was no longer to attend their classes.
At the age of 33 I learned of an wicked man by the name of Ledroptha Curtain. Quite an odd name in that matter. He was using a machine known as the whisperer to take advantage of people’s minds every where across the globe. He was also looking for world domination. I was so infuriated that I started the Benedict society to stop this sinister man.
I advertised a test that would determine who would prove resourceful against the sinister Mr. Curtain. I had two people to successfully pass the test. Their names were Rolonda and as she is called number two. Years passed until we got an addition to the team. When we drafted him he seemed to have amnesia and called himself Milligan, but he seemed worthy and resourceful enough to join the society. Shortly after establishing the Benedict society I developed a thing called narcolepsy, it’s a disease that makes you fall asleep instantaneously, my dreams are based on my mood. Soon I discovered that plaid shirts make me happy, so I wear plaid shirts.
Despite that I had erected the Benedict society to stop the nefarious Mr. Curtain we had made no attempts to stop him, we just did a plethora of much needed research. I decided it was finally time to put an end to Mr. Curtain’s terror, so I advertised yet another test to find the perfect team of children to put a halt to Mr. curtain. What a team this test had brought into existence of the Benedict society. The four children that made our new line up were Reynie, Kate, Sticky and Constance. I’ve never told anyone this but out of the four, Reynie was my favorite. They stopped the villainous Mr. Curtain, but an odd fact is after their mission Kate found out that Milligan was actually Kate’s long lost father. They had a lot of other adventures as well. So now I sit here writing my extraordinary life into literature as I slowly die in my death bed.