100 Letters To You - BBRae [AU]

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Now, I personally hate Thanksgiving, 1) because the meaning behind it is actually false, in reality, the Native Americans mourned over the loss of their territory and people by the Pilgrims. 2) because I'm Vegan, and I will like to state approximately 34,000 turkeys are tortured, taken from their families, and being fed so many steroids so that the manufactures can make more money for Thanksgiving traditions. No animal deserves this treatment factory farms put them upon. Stop animal abuse. Also, I greatly enjoyed my Tofurkey. It was very delicious. Anyways, I extremely apologize for such the long Author's Note. I just wanted to voice my opinion and open the eyes of individuals who are yet to know about the many animals every day being hit, raped, taken from their family, being treated like garbage, etc. for our own desire. I personally think that is a sick, terrible thing that factory farms do to their farm animals.

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    There was this one time, when you, Richard, Kori, Victor, and I all hung out together. We'd discussed things, like, what if we were all in a gang, but for good? What if we as a team could fight crime? Unfortunately, we never actually made it happen. The idea left into nothing but dust.

    At that time, I'd wanted to actually make that idea come true. My father once was a Drug Lord, with his partner, who'd identified himself as Slade. Terra was also a part of the drug-dealing business as well. But unlike the strong-willed, cold hearts of my father and Slade, she'd gotten addicted to Heroin, and one day, found herself waking up in a hospital with amnesia. She'd soon restored her memories again, but even then, some of her flashbacks are still blurred.

    But, you never knew. No one did, really.

    Me and my mother, Arella, found it quite difficult to live in our own household. My father often became drunk, and many times police had investigated our home. My father, in fact, traumatized my mother, beating her whenever he'd had the chance. I was destined to be a part of my father's business once he'd retired, but I never did. I never will.

    What's your excuse for being depressed?

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