It's a burden to live with something you don't even know what it is for. And that is what I have to live with. Ever since the moment I was born and put in my mother's arms I have had this word, permanently marked on the underside of my arm. I have tried everything to get it off.
The amount of times I have burned myself and not getting a blister nor scar is too much to even count. I have cut the strip of skin off my arm multiple times and all that happens is it grows back with the word, but even more defined. Let's go back to the time I was born...
The moment my tiny little body was put in my mother's arms was when everything was gonna change. She was cradling me and cooing in a soft, sweet baby voice. The moment I opened my bright purple eyes and reached up for the warmth of my father's hand, my parent could see the word under my arm Hunter. This word is the demolition of our lives. As the years kept going I was growing and yet, so did the word. When I turned 5 my mom decided to put me in school, kindergarten to be exact. I was jumping for joy, I didn't have any friends and I thought know would be my chance.
The moment I walked through the doors, holding my mom's hand was the scariest moment of my life. I had never realized that there was going to be even more people then I thought, What was going to happen to me? I was wearing my bright pink leggings and a blue owl shirt. The word on my arm was showing and people were staring at me.
As I grew the word grew more and more. I was getting bullied every day, people kept calling me names and throwing trash at me. I just wanted to be normal like everyone else, as I grew I wore sweaters to cover up the word and I kept trying to get rid of it.
And that is where I am today. My name is Cyrus and I'm cursed.
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Born to be
ActionCyrus was born different, she's not like most girls. Ever since she was a baby she has had this word, like a tattoo on the underside of her arm. She and her family don't know what it means, and she is determined to find out. On her journey, she fin...
