On the twenty-first of October, 2002, the third son of Smith Industries was born. His head was a bit bigger than normal, and his arms and legs were smaller than usual. He was a bit odd from birth as well. The only time he ever cried was when he came out of his mother's womb, never again.
He was strange, but nobody really cared about it in the big family. He had many siblings. Two older brothers and four older sisters. He was the youngest of the lot. His name was James Smith, and he had inherited most of his father's features. Strong Jaw, well-rounded shoulders, and blonde hair. His brothers were the same.
The only thing odd about him was his eyes. Nobody in the Smith Family had green eyes; in fact, nobody in the world has his shade of green eyes. Was he labelled a freak because of this? No, hardly anyone cared.
