Cold fierce rain, battered against my skin as I walked through the empty streets by the train station; Alone and cold, I sat on an empty bench as street lights flickered above me. I'm Amaya by the way, 13 and an inkling. If you were wondering, I am in my humanoid form. How, you may ask? I'm a thing called an early bloomer, being able to transform before the age of 14; Though their are rumors that early bloomers happen to be weaker than normal inklings and well, I'm not gonna deny that one fact. It's true. Apparently we're not suitable for the famous Turf Wars! But Im gonna prove them wrong! My parents and everybody else! Oh yeah and you probably should know I got kicked out my house for having a big argument with my parents about this; But who cares? I dont need them! They sucked anyway. Anywho, I'm Amaya and this is my story!
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Splatoon: Early Bloomer
FanfictionHI! I'm Amaya, 13 and an inkling. If you were wondering, I am in my humanoid form. How, you may ask? I'm a thing called an early bloomer, being able to transform before the age of 14!
