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The Fringe:Chap1:Prt2Part Two: Empty ChildhoodThe Fringe:Chap1:Prt2 by *the-saranator
My breath catches in my throat as I stare at the angelic man before me. I shake my head, backing up a few steps. He watches me with a flat expression, his eyes strangely empty of emotion.
I honestly cannot believe what has been said to me. I've always been alone, ever since I can remember. Growing up as an orphan hasn't been easy, always on the run or fighting for what I need. I'm seventeen now, almost a legal adult.
"Where were you when I was little?!" I suddenly blurt out.
He raises his eyebrows at this and says lowly, "Where were your parents?"
I growl, low and deep in my throat, and glare at him. "They were lying dead in a ditch because they got shot," I hiss.
He laughs, quiet and quick, and I feel a burst of anger. I'm standing directly in front of him in seconds, holding my gun to his forehead. "Don’t you dare talk about my parents like that," I say in a flat, dangerous tone.
"Oh? And why is that?" he asks, "Is it because you loved them so much? Be
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Oh ho ho, look, my greedy little butt bumped it up to 1,000
Donation = request (or technically a commission but whatevs)
Even though it says 80 or something I only have like, 40. So donate please?
Donators also get a watch
huffso theres no food in the house and im pretty much eating stale bread and crackers to survive. my mom didnt tell me that she stopped getting food stamps about a month ago so now we have to survive off my 170 bucks(for the whole MONTH), and they dont come till the 18th
so if i like... don't do much(commissions or adopts wise) sorry im probably trying not to you know not DIE.
or maybe ill end up doing more idk. still need to buy my mom an xmas gift. i can't not buy one this year. itll be the fifth year in a row and id feel like shit. not to mention the whole food thing. fuck
i hate being poor.