PHARAOH LEWIS: THE MISTAKE CHILD!' 'THE MURDERER'S KID!' 'IS PHARAOH THE REAL CHILD OR A FRAUD!'

These are the headlines from over twenty ago. Pharaoh stands with his aunt as cameras surround his house trying to snap false allegations for their magazines. All from what his mother did while he was in the womb. While nine months pregnant Pharaoh's mother had a mental breakdown and killed the famous rockstar Jasey Vee and her husband at his birthday party. After she murdered the two people she killed herself with Pharaoh still inside. With a  miracle, Pharaoh survived with only one problem, being watched by millions since he was born on television. This lead to even more problems. He could never go to a regular school so he was home-schooled by his aunt every year. With the tragedy his mother caused, lead to some conspiracy saying Pharaoh wasn't the real baby and that the real baby died with her.

Pharaoh has been on many television shows of his own with him shutting down every rumor while living his daily life with his family. He did a DNA test with his grandparents to prove that he's the real child live on television. He proved that he's not a robot since a lot of people believed he was. He even had to prove that he's not a drug abuser. He's just a simple boy that likes to meditate and drink tea; he just happens to be a murderer's child.

"I'm going to go grocery shopping, can you handle being alone here?" Pharaoh's aunt says as she throws on her dark shades.

"I'm twenty-five, I can handle myself."

"Clean up a bit around the house, and call someone to do your hair, your dreads look hideous now." She pulls up her hijab to cover the rest of her face from the cameras outside the house. "When I come back you better not be on the news. Love you, bye."

"Bye auntie G. I love you too." Pharaoh says, with his ear to his phone as he waits for the hairdresser to pick up.

An roar of screaming forms around their house as she exits.

"Are you actually Luna's sister or are you the maid?" The cameraman snaps a photo.

"Go back to Egypt! We don't want murderers in America!" Screams another.

"Is Georgia a murderer too? It has to run in the family!"

This distant memory haunts Pharaoh every breathing moment of his life. All he can do is meditate in his small room. He ties his long dreads into a top knot and sits on a folded up blanket. He then begins to meditate to the smell of lavender candles. He thinks of the good times he could have had if he had a normal life, with normal parents, and normal relationships. Instead, he has to intake flashing lights through the window curtains until the police are called. Even with the publicity, he's still struggling with money to move away from his house in Colorado. He can never get a job because of fear of someone taking him or using him for money. For this reason, he and his aunt have to rely on his uncle to work and get money for the three.

He breathes in and exhales loudly. Why would his mother kill three people? Especially knowing it could have killed her first child? Did she not care about Pharaoh? How did everyone treat Pharaoh's mother? He thinks of these questions often in his twenty-five years of living. Maybe there could be more to the story that he does not know about. Maybe some rumors weren't rumors at all and just truths he could not accept.

"Can't be. Right?" He whispers to himself.

"Ok Pharaoh, you need to focus on nothing, instead of focusing on your mother. Relax. Remember who you are." He looks at his wrist to see his name spelled in hieroglyphics to remember where he came from.

"You are a Pharaoh. You are a ruler. You do not need to be stressed out about someone you never met. You control yourself and how you present yourself. " He inhales and exhales again.

"Buzz! Buzz!" His phone vibrates beside him on the blanket. It's one of his online friends from Canada named Daisha. She's also a Muslim although her family comes from India while Pharaoh's come from Africa. They talk on a regular basis about their lives and what's going on around them. He planned to meet up with her in Canada once he has the money and is ready to leave. Daisha is one of Pharaoh's real friends he met on a forum about his favorite cartoon. They talked about theories about the cartoon and reviewed each other about each episode before phone calling.

"Hey, Pharaoh! How's it going?"

"I'm alright right now. I'm just home alone and I'm not sure what's going to happen."

"Have you tried watching television. That usually helps me when I'm home alone; we can watch The Galaxy Fighters together if you want."

"I'll do that then." He flips to the channel to see a commercial that catches his eyes. A game show is looking for recruits for the chance to win one million dollars. A man in a baby blue button-up and khaki shorts speaks with a smile on his face.

"Do you want to play a competition and show for the chance for a million dollars? The 4x4 battle is back, but better than ever! A televised reality show is on its way back for a new season that is better than the one before, there will be sixteen contestants split into four teams of four. The contestants will the take part in a social experiment for the chance to win an amount of one million dollars. Sixteen people go in but only one comes out. I'm Swift Prober and I will see YOU later to give you a huge check!" The television man says happily.

"Maybe you should sign up for that, all you have to do is a survey online. Then you could win the money and come down to Canada with me!" She says.

"Maybe I will. If I'm on the show, I could have my own protection so people can't make false rumors about me. You know what, I will apply to be on the show. I have to call you back, I'm about to be on television." He hangs up.

Maybe this can be his chance to make a name for himself and not about what his mother has done. The world can see the real him on television and not the lies spreading on magazines. He's finally going to be famous for his own life and not someone else's.

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