Reserving with the name Karma c:
Thisnameistaken wrote:Sorry for spam, but what are the color codes?
Kaylin wrote:I'll take it from here, Miss immask1.
Kaylin wrote:My name is Kaylin. It means pure in one of those useless funky languages that I won't bother to look up or say anything about. You have a problem with my name? 'Cause some people do. But they're morons.
Kaylin wrote:Nickname? I don't have one. And I won't. Ever.
Kaylin wrote:My really embarrassing nickname is, uhhhhhhh.....
Kitty
Don't call me it. Ever. I got it because when I was a baby bean, I loved cats, so my Mom called me Kitty. And after she died, I can't bear hearing someone call me that. And if you decide that you're stupid enough to try and call me that, know that you have messed with the wrong bean.
Kaylin wrote:I'm a female, and ya better make sure that you remember that.
Kaylin wrote:Why would you wanna know more 'bout me? I'll tell you since you asked though.
Kaylin wrote:*Growls* I'm not a guy! But I have been mistaken for one, a very long time ago. It's a long story, but I'll tell you...
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was just a baby bean, about five? So, the stars were twinling in a way that made me feel like some useless loser. The rain was pouring, it felt like it was throwing itself at ya. I was just slowly walking down the street in a sulky way. My stomach was growling, and of course, I inherrited Dad's money, so I went to this cheap diner.
The waiter, who was the manager, was a total jerk-off. Just by the way he looked, talked, and smelled made me know how much of a moron he was. I couldn't see his nametag clearly, but if I did, he wouldn't be alive. He told me, "Whaddya want?" I glared at him, such horrible ways to treat a girl like me! I guess my jewlery didn't seem too girly. I ordered fastly and quietly, so I could yell at the manager when he got it wrong. Like I guessed, he brought out the wrong stuff. "Here you are sir".
What?!?!
I pulled back my paw into a fist and gave him a small piece of me. His nose dripped out a sickly dose of deep red blood, my anger boiling. "AM I NOT FEMALE ENOUGH TO YOU?" I howled at him, the whole diner staring. I was a baby, but boy, I was strong. Then I kicked him and he fell over. "I... Uh...." he stuttered. I grabbed my plate of food, smacked that manager waiter guy upside the head, and stormed out.
I didn't say it wasn't gonna be dramatic. But seriously, when I go back there and find out who that guy's name is, meet me at his funeral.
Kaylin wrote:Here's yet another story for ya, it's about a week after the "Here's ya food sir" mishap. It's about the most scary things ever- dragonflies. Others say, "Oh look, it landed on my wrist, this hamless little guy!" But I know the truth about these demons.
It was a week after that moron called me a guy, and unlike then, the sun was beating down hard. I, alike every other bean, was sweating out buckets and buckets, I swear there was a trail of sweat behind me. Anyways, I was out, roaming around in the park, far away from home. I just went out to get some fresh air, but I saw something that confused me.
A bean with a dragonfly on his head was attracting a small crowd, so I ran over to check out the scene. The kid was just standing there like a dope, letting the demon wallk around on his head. Then, more and more dragonflies started to hang on the kids head, and everyone was marveling over it for quite a while. I went over to the kid to ask him how he was doing it, but a dragonfly flew up to my face.
It's big eyes stared directly into my magenta ones, trying to show me who was boss. It's wings were fluttering in a strange way, and it seemed as it was saying, "Back off!" So I ran, crying my eyes out, because I make all of my rules. Nobody, not even the scariest dragonflies, can mess with me! But that one dragonfly scared me out of my brains, and it flipped around my whole view on the little pests.
Kaylin wrote:When I was a little bean, I used to love them. Before I knew the truth...
I didn't know that butter was used on waffles. Every day, I would have at least one big, buttery waffle. But in fact, I hated butter, it was just a substance that created extra fat. So, I was eating at a diner... Yeah, I go to 'em a lot, and the waitress asked "Butter or no butter?" I said no, and when I got it, I was horrified. It tasted so strange, that I was just about ready to vomit. Then I realized that I only liked them with something bruedel on 'em... butter. So I ended up hating butter and waffles.
Kaylin wrote:I lost Mister Snuckums, my favorite teddy bear ever. It's kind of embarrassing, but... I still miss him so much... Wanna know how I lost 'em? Here it goes.
I would always ignore my parents when anything strange went on. Mom and Dad, when they argued, I would run up into my room to go see Mister Snuckums. My favorite, even still, toy ever, though he's gone now. He was always so soft, and fluffy. But anyways, when hell broke loose, I would go and hide with Mister Snuckums. I would talk to him, and we'd have tea parties, and do things that three year old beans were supposed to. He was my best friend at that point, and I loved him. But unfortunetely, Dad didn't like him half as much as I did.
One day I overheard him saying, "She spends too much time playing with that dumb toy of hers. We don't even see the daylight of Kaylin!" My mother agreed. I was really scared, because I knew that my Mister Snukums would be taken away from me, and that was like taking candy away from a baby. But anyways, the next day I woke up and he was gone, along with my Mom.
My Mom was gone. Why did it have to happen to my Dad and I? We never did anything wrong. But my Dad was so upset, and that didn't mean anything good for me....
Kaylin wrote:After my Mom left, I got very angry. Very angry. I was upset. Why did she leave me? I was also angry, and my anger normally takes controll. So I was permanantly ticked off, and I started to be rebellious. Not listnening to my Dad, not following any rules besides laws. I took matters into my own hands, and just naturally hated my Dad from then on. So I've never followed any rules I didn't want to ever again. Ever.
But honestly, I just hate following rules, and being all nice and stuff. It's too, well, boring. I like excitement! I like adventure! I don't wanna sit around all day long, I wanna do something! But that's what other beans don't get. And I like to party, and do things that aren't so... smart.
Kaylin wrote:I steal from people.
Yes, it sounds horrible, but I do it. Ya got problems? Just watch, any jewlery you own or your friend owns will be gone. It'll be sitting happily around my neck. Actually, I steal gold too, but that's for money so I can live, seeing as both my parents are dead now... did I mention that? But I love silver, how shiny and beautiful it is makes me want so much of it, so I steal as much as I can.
Kaylin wrote:I'm poor because both my parents died, duh. You think that I'm rich? They were poor, and so am I. Except I make a little money stealing, but I love jewlery, so I end up keeping it most of the time. But anyways, I'm pretty poor. I have a couple of part-time jobs, but they don't bring in much cash... I'll babysit though. But most parents probably wouldn't let me near their babies, I'm too "Crazy". So I have nothing.
Kaylin wrote:I have a lot of jewlery. More into detail, I have three bracelets on my left wrist, two silver and one gold. I have a silver necklace, my most prized possesion, and a large gold earring and a smaller silver one. Oh, I also have a gold bracelet and a silver braceket around my tail, just 'cause I love jewlery. Obviously I stole all this, and sometimes I don't wear some of it. It's a lot.
I actually own more than that, but don't wear it too much. I have a silver heart locket, with my mother's picture in it, A load more bracelets, and more necklaces. My favorite necklace had all different plastic jewls on it, most of them green, leading up to a big pearl. I also have pearl earrings to match, but anyways, I also have this one bracelet that has the word 'LOVE' engraved on it. I think it was my mother's. I basically have about twenty million different pieces of jewlery, but these are my favorites.
Kaylin wrote:It was pretty dark out. The deep night sky was lit up by a big white ball, the moon. I was ready to eat dinner, a sandwich. And there were crickets all over the place. Sitting next to me, hiding in the grass, everywhere. But at that time I had no problems with the demons, so they didn't bother me at all. So I was fine really.
But then I went to take a bite of my sandwich, and they started to attack me. Attack me, I tell you! They wanted to eat my soul, my sandwich, and my brain. So I was petrified, and ran all the way back to my rubbish home, where my angry father was waiting. And ever since then, crickets have not been my friends.
Kaylin wrote:The cold is like a friend of mine. It's chilly, and beautiful, like silver, but there are really nice things that go along with it. Like snow. Snow has always been one of my favorite things, how cold and pretty it is amazes me! Plus, the color of a fresh snowbed looks well with silver. And snow is fun to play in too! Yeah, I sound like a baby bean, but the snow is just so wondeful! There's also icicles, which are like diamonds! Sparkly and shiny. Everything in the Winter is really shiny.
Then comes the holidays, like Thanksgiving. There's so much food! I normally eat untill I'm completely gorged, plus you actually get to show your appreciation of things. And there's Christmas, but that's only for Christians. Everything is so festive around that time though! The gifts, the shopping, the lights, the parties, the happiness, I love it all! So yeah, I really like the cold.
Kaylin wrote:My scars? Why do you wanna know about them? Anyways, if you're really that intrested, I might be able to tell you.
My father is a child abuser. So let's just push him to the side right now. Anyways, I was little, and taking out my feelings on other beans. In other words, I was bullying them. Pushing them around, jumping on them, and getting my spirits high and making myself proud. They would run, and scream, and cry their little eyes out. I was having fun. But as soon as the sun set, I went home.
And my father is a mean guy. So he just started yelling at me for no reason, calling me the ugliest bean he ever saw, and calling me a stupid, useless child. But I'm immune to sadness, so I just started to yell at him, telling him that he was a horrible father and a terrible man. So he beat me, pinned me down, tied me up, and clawed two messy lines in my snout. Then my Mother came in, fixed my boo-boos- wait, I never use that word. Fixed me up, bandaged me, and then she sent me up to my room to get some rest. I heard him hurting her, beating her, but she locked me in my room, and I couldn't do a thing. So my scars, to me, they symbolie my mother- brave, intellegent, and not a pretty daisy on the outside, but as sweet as honey on the inside.
Kaylin wrote:'Kay then, I'll say everything else that I have to.
Kaylin wrote:Let's call my parents... M and D.
M looked down at the tiny blue bundle covered by a pink blanket. The little baby was so perfect in her eyes, the midnight blue color was exactly like her husband's. And even though her daughter was just in a blanket, she thought that she was going to be a great bean someday. M nuzzled up to her baby, bringing the baby's small, delicate face up to hers. When will D get back? The new mother wondered, rocking her baby back and forth.
D burst open the door, seeing his wife with a small bundle that made his face light up brighter than the sun. "She's.... just as perfect as you said." "Shhh..." M looked at him, smiling. Then the baby opened her small eyes. The parents both leaned in to see them. "They're like gems, like they could come off your necklace." D glanced at M's expensive diamond hung low on her neck. She stole it, but it was like it was made for her. The baby looked around, her magenta-red eyes sparkling in the morning air. M and D then thought- her name.
"What do you think suits her, dear?" "How about Lucy?" "Too boring." M and D both glared at eachother. They knew their morning was going to be a long one. Their conversation, in short, goes like- "Magenta?" "Annabelle?" "Rosie?" "Midnight?" "Claire?" And a whole bunch of other names were mentioned, but when M said, "Kaylin. Her name should be Kaylin," and it was settled. Their small pink eyed bundle was named Kaylin. Who is... me. After a while, I grew older. They taught me how to do anything that was possible. And they still, for the most part, loved me.
And that was my happy, nice history. But the bad part of it comes up soon...
After a while, D grew sick of taking care of his wife and kid. Sure, he loved them, but he felt as if he had worked his butt off and we hadn't done anything at all. So he started to be a big 'ol meanie pants. Her husband, acting like that? No! She thought it was just a phase. But he gave both of us scars, he beat us 'till we bled our hearts out, he made us hurt on the inside and out. And he didn't care too much. So my M and I would just brace ourselves for the worst. We'd just sit there and let him hurt us. Untill I was three.
I was sick of my Daddy, and his little acts. It was like he was playing the bad guy in a T.V. show or something, and I did not like that. So I told him that I thought he was being a bit harsh, and we started to argue, and argue, and argue. I would go out and take my feelings on everyone else, making them suffer too. But then, I took one step too far on yelling at him. He threw away my only stuffed bear, and.... Killed M, my mother. So I just backed off, and stood there like nothing was wrong. But when he didn't expect it, I told him, "Dad, you killed my Mother. So now I'll kill you." I honestly don't regret sending him to the underworld. And after then I fought for myself, and am still as vibrant and angry as ever.
Kaylin wrote:First off the bat, you should know that I'm aweso-
Kaylin wrote:Hey! You can say whatever you want about me, but you just can't call me... that word.
Kaylin wrote:I absolutely hate it. It's terrible, she did a bad job on creating something that would match my awesomeness.
Kaylin wrote:Hey! I wanna talk now, I'm pretty sure it's my tu-
Kaylin wrote:Yeah, sure. I love telling stories. It's about a very, very, very strange dream of mine.
It was a beautiful sunny day, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the sky was purple. Wait a second.... The sky was purple? Strange, I thought to myself. And then I was greeted by a guy that I couldn't recognize. He started singing some song in a different language, and he was causing quite a racket. It almost woke me up. But then he started to dance. A dancing, singing, strange guy. Yeah. Exactly a perfect thing to see in a dream. "Uhhh.... Who the heck are you?" He stared at me like I was the crazy one. "You haven't heard? I'm the incredible, amazingly tanlented, handsome Joe! I'm so, so famous." This guy was really starting to freak me out. "Nope Joe, I've never heard you of you, and I don't like you, and I don't care if you think I'm rude!" He stared at me. "Then you must see the King." "The King?" "The King. The King controls everything. Even the elements. Fire, earth, water, ice, light, darkness, pizza, and video games. I bet you the King would knock some sense into your brain, Steve!" "Excuse me?" I was getting pretty aggravated by this 'Amazing Joe'. And I didn't like this King either. But this was all a dream, even though it felt as real as anything. I then retorted, "Joe, I'm pretty sure I have common sense. And my name is Kaylin, got it memeorized?" "Yeah!" I could see the drool forming up in his mouth, and I wondeed wether it was normal or not. But either way, I could tell that he had no clue on what he was doing.
On the way to the King's palace, there was a lot of things I didn't like. Joe and I came across other people. All named Joe. But there was one joe I liked. His hair was neon blue with a purple stripe going down the middle, and his sparkling green eyes made my head hurt. Oh, and I never described my Joe to you. He was really short with reddish pink hair, and his eyes were all white. And it seemed like he loved the King. Maybe this King was crazy? Maybe he was a dictator? I had no idea. There were no other beans in sight there, so that freaked me out. Were they, uhh.... poached? The possibilities were endless for my dreamworld, and no amount of wondering could solve it. "Joe, we've been walking in circles for a half an hour." "But we're almost theeeeerrrrre!" Then I saw it. After circling the park-thing thirteen times, a humongous white castle appeared. So Joe and I ran in as fast as we could.
Unfortunetely, we were stopped by some guards. I guessed they were all named Joe. "Halt!" They cried. "Who goes the-" Too late, morons. Joe and I beat them senseless, and strutted in. We were both singing, the two songs shared the sane idea about how perfect we are. Of course, I made mine up on the spot. And then I saw what at first glance, I guessed was the Queen. She had short, curly brown hair and swamp bottom brownish green eyes. The first word that came to mind when I saw her was overweight. Her pink and black glasses were halfway down her nose, and geez, I don't think she was as old as me. But anyways, her voice boomed out- "WHO DARE DISTURBS THE KING?" You've got to be kidding me. This. She's the King? Well, Joe never said him. "It's me, Joe, and this is my friend Kaitlyn-" "Ahem." "Kaylin, and I want you to knock some sense into her, King Sam." "Yeah, yeah, sure thing Joe." She stuck out her tongue and made an extremely loud and long fart noise. Joe and I flew backwards, slamming against her wall. And the next thing I knew, I was awake.
I never said this was going to make sense. I bet ya have the same reaction as I did- WHAT THE HECK?
I lost a precious sock; not any ol` sock, for you information. I don`t seem like the loving kind, yet my heart is put into a very simple, unusual object, but it has a huge amount of meaning to me. I know, socks seem to be useless, unvalued things by someone`s heart, but here`s the story to it:
My dad had a little puppet show, that he`d present to me when I was feeling low. There was opened up, and cut cardboard box that was used as a stage for the puppet characters to stand behind, with a chicken scratch written, ( which was my writing ), title that read ‘Puppet Palace’. Each time when my dad starting up the little show for me, I`d be fascinated by the different socks flying around in the little window for me to see the ‘show’. Although, one stuck out to me, and evoked my protective side to kick in.
The one sock puppet was the first one my dad had ever made, and this sock puppet was the one that started up the ‘Puppet Palace’ idea. I pretty much threw most of love to that one sock, since it all ways made me feel happy inside, deleting all of the sad thoughts out of my system and state of mind. Also the better thing that came out of all of this was, when I was happy my dad was a happy camper as well. I had a very special bond with my dad, as well as the sock, even though it was a object that had no heartbeat to listen to.
The day came where I was playing with, ( let`s just this special sock ‘Mr. Sock’ ), Mr. Sock and few of the other sock puppets, I was of course being quite foolish with these pieces of clothing. I was laughing, giggling, and having a good time until I threw all of the socks into the air, but Mr. Sock was the one I could not find. It was terrible! I was looking and screeching for that sock, yet I could not find him. I left the other sock puppets to be, and ran to my dad asking for the dreaded help I needed. He chuckled and with a just a snap; Mr. Sock was in his hand.
I grabbed that sock and squeezed the sock in between my hands, in my attempt to give the sock a hug with my uncontrollable joy. I asked with a few tears streaming down my face, where did my dad exactly find this missing sock? Well it was a very easy place, for him not me, to find Mr. Sock. He was on a corner table in the room I was playing in; the table was just a bit too high for me to look on top of a see that Mr. Sock was lying down on.
Quite a silly story but it`s the full out truth; I`m not really afraid to tell anyone about it, I mean I was three and it was a sock, so? Everyone else has something odd, but they love it dearly. I do have that sock still with me; it`s a special memory of my dad, okay? It`s in a very secret, and special hiding spot that I safely tuck Mr. Sock away in, but I at times do look at the sock in awe. And I do question myself, “Why does this puppet bring such good memories back into my head?”, and the answer is within the tears that fall down my furred cheeks.
tidbits! wrote:yo! i'm a huge loner that makes
art constantly. I use any pronouns
and go by twig, slasher,
or w/e u may know me as!
i'm also an art student studying
drawing & painting!
my pms are always open <3
mood: tired, but content
General Information wrote:{Name;; Deidre Evans
{Name;; Re, Deidra, Deirdre
{Gender;; Female
{Species;; Jellybean Dragon
{Theme Song;; Decode
{Typing style;; #e47070
Decode wrote:How can I decide what's right?
When you're clouding up my mind..
Can't win your losing fight,
all the time..
Not gonna ever own what's mine,
When you're always taking sides..
You won't take away my pride,
No, not this time..
Not this time..
How did we get here?
when I use to know you so well..
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know..
The truth is hiding in your eyes..
And it's hanging on your tongue..
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see..
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all..
Well, I will figure this one out..
on my own,
on my own..
How did we get here?
When I use to know you so well..
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know..
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such..
fools of ourselves,
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such..
fools of ourselves..
How did we get here?
When I use to know you so well..
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know..
I think I know..
I think I know,
There is something I see in you..
It might kill me I want it to be true..
List of Jewelry wrote:• Silver music note necklace
• Silver bell
• Small silver music box
• Silver tea cup bracelet
• Half a heart silver bracelet
• Silver tail beads
• Silver dice necklace
Phobias wrote:• Achetaphobia
Fear of Crickets
• Bathmophobia
Fear of slopes or stairs
• Chemophobia
Fear of chemicals
(chemistry)
• Haptephobia
Fear of being touched alot
• Papyrophobia
Fear of cardboard
• Seismophobia
Fear of earthquakes
Friends wrote:•Winter
•Sestivia
•Pourpre
•Mango
•Chee
•Blane
•Gami
•Adeo
• ----
Enemies wrote:• ----
• ----
• ----
• ----
• ----
• ----
• ----
• ----
• ----
Likes wrote:• Winter
• Silver
• Jewelry
• Quartz's
• Painted-glass
• Felines
• Candles
• Cinnamon
• Purple
• Snow
• Rain
• Roller-blades
• Fire
• Tornadoes
Dislikes wrote:• Summer
• Dogs
• Lamps
• Staircases
• Crickets
• Waffles
• Spaghetti
• Shards of glass
• Acrylic paint
• Canned fruit
• Mushrooms
• Plaid
• Lime green
• Grapefruit
Dreams wrote:• Own a jeweler store
• Re-decorate her 'house'
• Find love
• Own a piece of land
• Find interests
Zodiac Sign;;
Aquarius ♒
January 20 - February 18
Birthstone;;
Amethyst
Element;;
Air
Symbol;;
The Water Bearer
Ruling planet;;
Uranus
Favorites wrote:Movie;;
Narnia
Sport;;
Hockey
Food;;
Cinnamon buns
Drink;;
Orange juice
Animal;;
Black panther
Book;;
Vampire Knight
(Manga)
Color;;
Iridescent
Love Life wrote:Crush;; N/A
Dating;; N/A
Boyfriend;; N/A
Mate;; N/A
Ex's;; N/A
Sexuality;; Straight
Items in Pouch wrote:• Silver accessories
• Bug spray
• Patched mittens
• Homemade cookies
• Broken walkie-talkie
• Assortment of beads
• Watermelon seeds
Flaws;;
• Not coordinated well
• Disorganized
• Stubborn
• Bipolar
• Jumps-to-conclusions
Favorite Songs wrote:• Decode
• Fireflies
• Ignorance
• Want U back
• Jar of Hearts
• Second go
Hex codes wrote:#21353a
#bce0e9
#17262a
#e47070
Acessory list wrote:• Blue baseball cap
• Fishnet socks
• Arm band
• Music note necklace
When I was three.. wrote:I lost something important.
Twas' a hockey helmet,
to be completely honest.
One late night, I decided
to sneak out. Bringing my
messenger bag with me, I
hadn't realized my special
hockey helmet was encased
inside. I walked out into the
forest, and sat by a lake. I
actually ended up falling asleep,
and when I woke up, the
helmet was gone. I assumed
it washed away, because
my bag was soaked, and
found not too far away from
where I slept.
Call me a cute little boy and I will make sure that some of your teeth go missing.
I would take snow over rain any day.
it was disgusting, I will never eat waffles again. All I think of is that fuzzy blue stuff.
Well, before my family fell apart, while we were all still happily living together, I had this little blue jay that me and my mother nursed back to health last spring after he had broken his wing. I called him Blue { children always seem to name things for what they are, I was no different } and he still hung around even after he was able to fly and rejoin his family. Sadly, the cat that belonged to the humans next door was out one day, and that was the end of Blue. If you would go to my old human's house, there is a little ring of pebbles out back where he was buried.
. . .what a stupid question
How do you think? I pick it up here and there, stupid humans don't even notice.
I had lost both my mother, father, and the human that cared for us in a span of four months. Me and my brothers took to living on the streets, with no one to care for us and our only way to get by was by theft. The reason we are poor is most likely that none of use were particularly good at thievery, often getting caught and our stolen items taken. We barely made it, but we survived somehow.
You mean besides the fact that they are nasty little things with all those disgusting legs? Well, when I was younger I had been sleeping under a tree quite soundly. Stupid cricket was in my mouth when I woke up, it was disgusting.The darned thing was under my tongue, wriggling up a storm. I started freaking out, and must have bit down at one point because I felt it go squish and that was that. I can't look at crickets anymore without feeling nauseous. I swear, I will never, ever go anywhere near a cricket ever again.
I would honestly prefer to be cold and shivering than over heating and sweaty. Freezing air makes me feel awake and alive, and snow is quite fun, though I would never let anyone catch me rolling around in it like a stupid child. Also, the humans are bundled up in so many layers, and are so intent on reaching their destination to get out of the cold, it makes i so much easier to lift items off of them. Also, snow muffles noise.
Having spotted a silver bell tied around a sleeping house cat's neck, I , jealous of the fact it was well-fed { I was starving at the time } slipped the ribbon and bell off it's fat little neck. However, the cat must have not been fully asleep, for the bell gave a little jingle and the cat saw that it's precious collar had been taken. Angry about being woken up and wanting it's bell back, he fought me for it, I came out with a few nasty scratches but holding tight to my prize.
My family was a normal one, I had a mother, a father, and siblings. We all got along fairly well, and we had a human to care for us. However, on rainy spring day, the human and my father were driving to the store when the car slid across the road and flipped when it hit the guardrail. Neither survived, my father dying instantly and the human after a month on life support in the hospital and no hope of ever waking up. My Mother, having always been in fragile emotional health, broke completely, fooling her mind into thinking that our father was only on an extended trip with the human and that they would be back soon. She was insane, and it was terrible just being around her. She would scream at us when me and my brothers tried to tell her that dad was never coming back, saying that we were lying and deceiving little brats. She stopped eating, we ran away. I feel terrible, but we knew she was dying, and we didn't want to have to watch her body slowly waste away before death came and took her.
After we had lost bother parents, my brothers were the only things I had left, them thinking I was a dead, useless weight that would only slow them down. I wasn't delusional, I knew what they thought of me. I pulled dangerous stunts, and even after all the things I did to prove myself, they still thought I was stupid and not worth their time. One day that summer, I woke up all alone. they had abandoned me, even though I was their sister. To tell you the truth, I don't blame them now, my stupid stunts had probably caused them more trouble then they needed at the moment. At the time though, I hated them for it with every fiber of my being. From there, I perfected my form of stealing { I am still not the best at it, sadly } and scraped by on my own After a while I found a young bean names Lette who introduced me to her human. I may begin living with Lette, it will be nice to have a companion to live with now. Mango is a wonderful friend, but I would like it better if we were just friends, since I would feel weird having more brothers.
Maybe he could be my friend-sort-of-cousin?
Hurt Mango and I'll eat you, so don't even bother trying.
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