[Chapter 1] Don't Pick On Them Or Else...

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Aphmau's point of view

My Parents called me Special since I could Talk and Walk when I was 1 years old. I had friends who had the same condition as me and we all grew up together. My dad wanted me to fight for my protection so he gave a practice dummy  to me and after a few weeks some cotton fell out... COOL! Me and my friends were 10 years old and we went to a school where bullying Is allowed since the principal and teachers don't care. Wow. I saw a bully come at one of my friends named Sly. The bully, William I think started picking on him and pushing him and then got all my friends and started to do the same thing. I wanted to help and THANK YOU DAD! for letting me have some practice, I went in front of my friends and William said

'' I wanted to save you for last for my strongest punch but I guess I could do it '' he went to punch me in the face and my friends were telling me to move away but instead, I grab the fist he was going to punch me with and start punching him with it saying '' DONT.PICK.ON.THEM.OR.ELSE! '' and he ran away with some wetness in his pants... Ewww ;-;

My friends thank me and thank me multiple times and I said '' Heh, that what friends do, right? ''

I was 12 now and me and my friends were in middle school! After school we went to the forest where our new friends said to come. Their names were, Night and Taylor. When we were just hanging out, they just left us and they knew where to go, after a few minutes of giving up, I saw a Kewl hamster (( *RageQuit*)) and I went to touch it and instead I grabbed and lightning struck me.

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