Hi there. I’m the yellow guy. I was born over 40 years ago now, and the last thing my mom expected to see after I was born was me, a yellow baby. Some genetic mutation gave me yellow skin, but the doctors didn’t care since I was healthy.
Ever since then, my life has been about one thing. Nobody ever gave me a normal look without a double take or face of disgust. I had a few good friends in high school and college, but I never felt like I was really one of them. The only thing I ever wanted to be was a normal guy.
All these years later, I don’t know what to make of my life. The people that were around me have all gone to achieve great things. Everyone always thought I was special, but the only thing special about me made no difference.