I thought I'd make it. I was taught by him, but I was still different. I wasn't ,what a spectator calls, clone. They didn't like clones. They thought they weren't needed. They tried to cut me, ignore me, hate me. But I was still strong. Spectators always hated clones. Except roy. Everyone loves him, a clone, they love him. As I, barely a clone, is kicked around But I'm sick of it. I'll prove I am different. Next time, if there is one. I may be cut, left behind, forgotten. I'm not sure yet as they haven't finished building the battlegrounds. Hence, they haven't chosen people yet. Unless they have. Leaving me out to torment me, annoy me. But I'll be different. I have learned knew moves. Including pk love, which will be my strongest move. I may have lost my mom, and my brother, but I'll live. I'll fight for them, remembering their love, and how they'll do the same. I'll never forget you Claus. Not you either Hinawa. I'll prove I am worth living. I will fight.
