Prologue: You're one of a kind and no one understands

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Birth.

She was thankful for it but glad she wouldn't have to do it again. Not for a while at least.

She barely remember it. She remembered the cold. And the light. My Goddess was it bright.

One thing she remembered was the sounds. She remembered wailing. Crying. Sobbing.

Those were from her.

And grumbling. Groaning. Sighing. And words.

Her mother.

"Oh god." She remembered her saying. "She's a crybaby."

She could smell smoke.

A nurse that she could barely make out began speaking.

"It's a girl."

Over the whisper of her voice she heard gigging. Running. And the scratching of a pen.

Her brother.

Then yelling. Struggling. Kicking.

She still didn't know what that... thing was. It was fashioned like a doctor and a human's body. But it had the head of a whit rabbit.

She didn't know what was happening. What with just being born and all.

She learned the day she wrote her name for the first time.

"Crybaby," how putrid.

And she hated how it fit.

No matter how old she was she was always a crybaby.

Nearly 16. And still a baby

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So this was just a fun idea I had. This is my summer project a friend told me I should post online. Also not all the chapters are written like this, I only did it for this chapter. Also the other chapters are longer. Remember to eat, drink water, and stay safe. Love you!

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