Look at all these WIPs
Growing kids
"Hey Bopha"
"Hm?"
"This is gonna sound weird and you can punch me for this but how much do you weigh?"
"........." Bopha stared off into space "...39 kilo"
"What does that translate to?"
"85 pounds"
I stared in disbelief "With all that weight in your-" Bopha's fist met my face I fell on my butt "Marceline has more" Bopha said before turning to her Algebra homework "Bopha...?" She didn't answer 'Guess I'm not getting any tonight...' I thought
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Anasztázia Bernát Arany
Name: Anasztázia Bernát Arany (Goes by Bernát)
Age: Forgot "Somewhere between 10-12"
Gender: 75% male "Don't even start"
Weapon: Spontoon and Sassanid-type sword
Appearance: Bernát has thick wavy dark brown hair cut short, olive skin and dazzling light brown eyes with a lighter blue center. He looks like a girl with wide hips and breasts (until you "take a look at my lower area") standing at 5'2". He wears a bear skin suit, a homage to his brother, over medieval style armor/clothing, the bear's mouth is open for Bernát to see through while the paws are aligned to his own hands. His school uniform he wears black pants, white shirt and black vest, he wears a belt with traditional Hungarian embroidery.
History: Bernát was born within the Baranya Region of Southern Hungary to a abusive father and a drunkard mother. Born through incest, his parents being 6th cousins, this resulted in Bernát inheriting chimerism making him both male and female, with his parents being unable to understand why their child was like this so they raised him as a female. Having enough of his family Bernát ran away, surviving through his Boyash heritage
Bonding with the guys
"Where the fuck you get your license from?! A fucking cereal box?!" Bopha yelled I sat there in the driver seat "Bopha you don't have to-"
"Percy I didn't spend $6,000 coming to America, get put in a mental institution and get splashed with hot oil this morning for this bullshit" I shut my mouth I looked in my rearview mirror Jason was looking out the window, so was Frank and Leo was fiddling with parts "Pull over Percy" I pulled over knowing what would happen if I refuse Bopha got out "If you wanna fucking fight let's fucking fight bitch!" I heard another car door open before it slammed shut and a car went speeding off. Bopha got back in the car looking mad we all sat there she began to shake "Bopha..." She began to laugh hysterically "Holy shit! You should have seen his face!" Bopha began slamming her against the headrest "I think he saw crazy" Leo said I nodded in agreement.
"I'm telling you Chinese food is better. It's fresh, it has more health benefits and it's much more flavorful than a cheeseburger" Bopha said
Chapter 1
Being a kid can be a pain in the arse especially if your dad was never around but when your a kid with a dad who is a god: it's a sharp sword up your arse, it's worse when your dad is a psycho god of love, like me. Olá my name is Bopha Maly Keo, I was born on Taipa Island in Macao on February 21 year of the dragon I (used to) have brown hair as a child but as I aged it slowly turned a little more red my eyes are large brown almonds, my aunt says I have the wisdom of a queen, temperament of a king, the beauty of a princess and the strength and bravery of a warrior prince earning my nickname "Glass Flower Kingdom". I moved to America at the age of 6 me and my mom decided to live in the New York City borough of the Bronx in the Pelham Parkway neighborhood. I have two friends Matilda "Matty" Webber and Ackerley Skye we all go to school together but on one not so faithful day we barely escape with our lives.
It started in June our history class was going on a field trip to a art museum. The three of us were early so we just went around helping our history teacher Mr. Brunner with small things he needed, in fact we walked around the school so many times we were covered in a small layer in sweat. "Thank you three so much" Mr. Brunner said Matty nodded while doing Schrödinger's kitten I tugged at my clothing to air myself out "We're leaving in an hour right?" I asked "Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?" Mr. Brunner said smiling mischievously "What?!" The three of us said at once Mr. Brunner laughed he was a cool teacher that way (even through he doesn't look like it) letting us stay in his classroom during lunch when he's off to do something else (he tells other teachers that we're class sitting), allowing us to eat in class and hiding me from speech therapist (my english is perfectly fine school thank you very much). "Need anything else Mr. Brunner?" I asked my wheelchair bound teacher looked at his computer "I just need a copy of the roster of who's going" I nodded and went skipping off.
