[sparks!]

username: kumquat.
name: rakka
gender: male
growing up: Rakka's diary while dealing with his parents' divorce, his mother's alcoholism, and his father meeting his future step-mom.
wow so I forgot about this post...

[womp womp]

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username: Diamond Sapphire
name: Isabel
gender: Female
growing up: I was slumped back in my chair, in my fifth grade classroom, doodling a few flowers. Mainly roses, since I found them the most fun to draw. I heard a muffled voice in front of me, but I ignored it. After doodling my seventh or eighth flower, my teacher loomed in front of me, her eyes narrowed. I glanced upwards, emotionless. My teacher's mouth moved, but all that I heard that came out of her was a quiet, muffled word. The word ''why''. Why what? I looked up, titled my head at her, and wore a confused face. She slapped her hand on my desk, and an angered expression crept onto her face. I was severely confused. She started moving her mouth again, this time looking annoyed. This time I could hear some words, but they sounded soft and quiet. "What do you think is more important than listening to my lesson? There's a test in a few days, and if you keep this up, you're surely going to fail it." My teacher spoke quietly yet bitterly, glaring at me. What did I do wrong? She barely said anything a minute ago. But I mean, I'm used to her doing this. She seems like she's never talking, as well as most of the people around me. "I dunno." I replied with a shrug. "Why are you shouting, huh?" My teacher demanded, slightly louder than last time. But she seemed so mad, I could practically see smoke coming out from her ears. "Uh, I'm talking in my normal voice? Your the one that's speaking so quietly." I answered. Her face went from furious to suddenly concerned. I was now extremely confused. She sighed, lifted her hand from my desk and motioned for me to follow her. Did I seriously do something wrong? I was brought to the office, and I'm pretty sure she asked someone else to takeover her class for now. I don't really know. She sounded extremely quiet. My teacher then turned to me as I plopped myself down on the polished wood bench in the office. "Isabel." My teacher said my name, this time she sounded awfully muffled and quiet. I could barely hear her. I titled my head. "Isabel." She repeated, only a tiny bit louder this time. "Isabel." She said one last time. This time, I could almost perfectly her. "Yes? Why were you so quiet the last two times?" I questioned. My teacher's eyes widened a bit, before she sighed, shook her head and walked away. Moments after, my mom came early to pick me up in the office. "What's happening?" I asked. My mother knelt down, a few tears forming in her eyes. She passed me a piece of paper. I was shocked after I read it. Really? Really? I felt my hands tremble as I passed it back to my mother. Why was I so scared? Was it because it could most likely never get better. Because my sense of hearing was slowly chipping away. And I could one day become completely deaf, and not hear a single word once more.

I went home, and once my dad heard the news, tears quickly formed in his eyes, and he threw his arms around me. Some of his tears dripped onto my clothes, but at this point I didn't care. My life was ruined. Stupid ears. My father pat my head before walking off, wiping a tear off using his hand. My mother came and wrapped her warm arms around me. I really did need some comfort now. I sighed, before slipping out of my mom's arms and dragging myself into my room. I dug myself in my pillow, sobbing. I didn't want to be seen ever again. Sooner or later, I'll not be able to hear anything. My life was going to be absolutely pointless. I might as well be blind as well. My mom burst into my room, and sat on my bed. She passed me a chocolate chip cookie which was for dessert later in attempt to cheer me up, but I refused it. I continued to cry. And cry. And cry. I didn't even know why this had overtook my mood as a whole. If I didn't get told this, I could've been happy a bit longer. But no. Everything came flooding to me. All the realizations and finally answered questions of why. Why I could barely hear anything. Why my world felt silent. Why did I not realize before? Why did no one else realize before? Were they purposely trying to not tell me so later on I could have a terrible, completely silent life? Why why why? It cheered me up only slightly at the fact that summer vacation was next month, but that only meant people outside of my school could know that I'd be ultimately deaf later on in my life. My hope, my faith, my confidence. All those feelings stuck into a jar and they couldn't escape. Not only was my hearing slowly falling apart, I was slowly falling apart. I felt lost. I felt gone. I felt like I was myself no more.

The news spread around my school faster than a wildfire. I was glad I couldn't really hear any of their taunts, but I still got rude notes on my desk, thrown in my backpack and taped on my shoes. According to many of the notes, I was now known as the ''deaf flower''. Whatever that meant. I wasn't even deaf yet! So they had no right to call me that. I told my teacher a few times about the notes, but she didn't really do much about it, since the kids would still tease me about it. Summer break was coming so soon, yet I was barely excited for it. In fact, I was the complete opposite. I felt like nothing at this point. I didn't know what to think of myself. Was I even worthy to live? Or was my life simply a mistake? Everyday, more questions filled my brain, with most of them still unanswered. I felt like I had no hope. But little did I know, there was a miracle right around the corner.

Hearing aids. A few weeks in my summer break, and my parents told me about these ever-so-magical things called hearing aids. Apparently they would help me regain my hearing and hopefully not make me deaf. So the day when I got hearing aids came. I was both excited and scared at the same exact time. What would happen? What if it actually was a trick and I actually became completely deaf? How would it work? Is this real? Are they lying? I couldn't stop my mind from flooding with all sorts of questions about them. I never heard about hearing aids, and I was a bit unsure about them. Alright, I lied. I was really unsure about them. When we got to the hearing aid place, it had some other people, but for the most part, it was almost completely silent. Comforting. When it was our turn, a person came and introduced himself. "Hello you two! I'm Dr. Kail, but call me Sam." He said with a bright smile. "And you guys are..." "That's Isabel, and I'm Melanie." Said my mom. He nodded, and led us to another room. "I heard you have a lack of hearing, Isabel." Sam/Dr. Kail said to me, even though his voice sounded awfully quiet. I nodded. "Well today is your luck day! Today all of your hearing will at last be restored!" Sam announced happily, and I'm pretty sure loudly since I could hear him pretty well. I still wasn't sure about this whole thing though. But I guess it was worth a shot. Sam put something on my ear, adjusted it slightly and backed away. "How does that feel?" He asked. "Fine." I replied, louder than I was suppose to. But a moment later, all sorts of sounds started to stream into my ears. The sounds from different rooms in the building, my slow, relaxed breathing, and simply everything. "Isabel, how well-" My mom started, but I cut her off. "I'm complete. This is what I needed." I said, shaking with excitement. I squealed and couldn't help but make as much noise as possible. I stomped my feet on the floor, I clapped my hands together, I made odd sounds. Everything I heard was... crystal clear. It was like a river of sound came into my ears and destroyed whatever that was making my hearing worse. "Can you hear me?" My mother spoke quietly. I vigorously nodded, giving her a huge smile. She spoke softly. My mother spoke softly and I could hear her so well. Everything my life once was has now vanished. I could finally live like a normal person now. I clapped my hands again. "Any words?" Sam asked. Right now I could say so many things. I swear I could've died of excitement at that very moment. But I stopped myself from saying anymore than I needed to. "Thank you." I spoke. "You're so very welcome." Sam replied. My world was finally whole. No more silence. No more teasing. No more no more no more. Only more sound. And only more sound is what I wanted, and only more sound is what I was given. My silence was gone. I was now free.

[not here <3]

username:
name: akashi
gender:
growing up:
res with a story about discovering their sexuality

[root]

username: sundead
name: cassandra
gender: female
growing up:
as a kit, i lived in a consistently sunny area, where almost no one had long fur, and jackets were hard to come by. it was always hot, but that's the way i liked it. warm places have their benefits, as the greenery there was stunning. i never wanted to leave.


just like almost every other kid, though, i fantasized over growing up. getting a job and starting a life seemed so amazing. i envied my parents, how i wished to be in love and living life like them!

at school, we'd talk about what we wanted to be when we were older. i had always been interested in farming, with my certain passion for nature. i started a good many gardens in these days, but almost every sprout would shed its frail leaves and wilt within hardly any time. it wasn't easy for a young kalon like me to remember that they needed water.


my fantasies were short-lived, however. around 5th grade i started to learn that life as an adult wasn't all it seemed. our family was losing money and things were getting harder. because my mom and dad were always so busy working, often times i'd have to figure out the taxes myself.



wip!

[#1 bunny boy]

username: golgothosTerror
name: Hanabira (Meaning 'Petal' in Japanese. He has a flower-)
gender: Male
growing up:

Ah, growing up. I could always remember one thing in general. The warming scent of my mother's freshly baked pies. If I think hard enough about the scent, I can smell it while just sitting here. My father and I used to pick the blackberries that went into the pies, along with the apples from our small orchard. One day, while I sat outside, my father came up to me. He told me to close my eyes and suddenly, I felt his paws fumbling around in my hair. "Open them up now!" He said to me. I opened them and he held a small mirror up. A flower, ever so pale pink and delicate, was weaved in my hair. I was amazed. He asked if I liked it. I adored it! I asked how he weaved it in my hair and he taught me how. He also showed me the type of flower and how far down he trimmed it. Ever since then, I grew the flowers in my garden and took great care of them! I weaved it in and out, just how he taught me and how far down he trimmed the stem off and I've worn the flower ever since.

[Grian]

username:
.ss.
name:
Amanda Leeandra
gender:
Female
growing up:
Res w/ being an alien and living in a pretty bad place but is in a way very beatiful and nice
It was hard. Many were unkind to my species although we are essentially the same as kalons.

[Fuscontidox]

just gonna mark to watch ^^

good luck everyone :'>

[artemis,]

username: misha.
name: belinda ( a feminine given name of unknown origin, apparently coined from italian bella, meaning "beautiful". alternatively it may be derived from the old high german name betlinde, which possibly meant "bright serpent" or "bright linden tree".)
gender: cis female [ she // her ]
growing up:

i sat down at my kitchen table, sipping a cup of rose petal tea, something my mother used to make for me when i
was just a kit. i sipped the drink, and felt the sweet, warm liquid encase my throat in something wonderful. some
thing that felt.. protective... almost. i couldn't describe it quite well. however it reminded me of when i fell at the
playground and cut my knee. i remember how gently momma picked me up as i cried, and told me to hush because
it would be okay.

but.. would it? of course it would. whatever momma says, must always be true. i remember momma putting a ban
daid over my cut, and of course, it stopped hurting. 'wow, momma! you must be magic,' i said that day, and she g
ave a chuckle, and walked to the kitchen to prepare supper. but, even the good things would be okay, too. i realize
now that no matter what happens, it happens for a reason. when momma took me to the circus, i was mesmerized.
"wait.. momma! look! won't she fall and get hurt?" i whispered to her, my voice high pitched and filled with concern
for the girls on their trapezes. momma looked at me, and smiled. "no, my belinda. they will not fall. they are young
birds," she had told me. "but.. where are their wings?" i said, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "they don't need wings
to fly high. you will fly one day too," she said to me.

but even then, i still knew that everything had a solution. whether it was forgetting paperwork or spraining your ank
le, something would be okay. and although momma isn't here with me anymore, i still will always pass on the lessons
she taught me. you don't need wings to fly, and that was exactly what i wanted to do.

before i could dwell on my past for any longer, i was snapped out of my thoughts. "belinda! aren't you going to get ready?
our performance starts at 6!" yelled crystal, my trapeze partner.

[Softea]

username:
name:
gender:
growing up:

[TheHongWay]

username: TheHongWay
name: Alisse
gender: Female
growing up: She wants to be a gardener. She loved planting plants with her mother and grandmother so she started to grow more into plants.