So while I'm standing on the bank of that muddy ol river this alligator comes flying out of the water and grabs me by the leg and starts trying to pull me into the water...well I gotta tell you if it weren't for Ned my chihuahua pulling hard the other direction at the same time and barkin too while he still holden the rope in his teeth, I'd a been a goner. I mean I aint got much of a leg left but then luck has it that I had two to start with anyway...and that's something you can't about your nose or another thing or two hanging off my body. Ned got a big steak that night by the way.
"Oh Jesus Christ! What in the Hell was that thing!?" I yelled at no-one in particular, probably not a good thing to do considering the rest of the base was quiet as the grave. A weird brown humanoid with bone white spikes came out of the shadows and clawed clean through my armor. I kicked it away and took it's head off with my last shotgun round, but damn was it rough.
"First, I get shipped off to the back water hole for disobeying an order to fire on civilians. Yeah you heard me. THEN not even a day to get my shit unpacked, we're invaded by god-damned demons! What, the fuck?"
I cursed and kicked the vile things corpse before collapsing in a corner, luckily there were some more shotgun rounds nearby, located rather strangely, right next to a med-station with some bio-gel.
"I've been shot at by humans, or well, former humans, then got the piss torn out of my side. Through friggin military grade nano-kevlar!" I growled all this out through the horrific stinging of the bio-gel closing the wound. "I've got to find a way off this god forsaken rock."
When we organized the police we became dogs on a leash. We outsourced our cut adrenaline. We gave away our staunch. Our resistance engine. Men used to look offenders in the eye, and slap any Jack that tried to front fierce. Now we rub against their leg as the thief scratches us behind our furry ears. We wag our tails and lick ourselves, unable to speak; not allowed to bark. We've outsourced our rogue muse. We've given away our protest fuel. It's trickling down the curb and gathering into a pool.
Someone's music is too loud = "Call the police!"
Someone stole my gum = "Call the police!"
We wag our tails, hoping someone meets our needs. Hoping someone gives a treat.
I look forward to finishing my Primary School year. I also look forward to my birthday, Christmas and New Year, I love celebrations. I love celebrating birthdays and special occasions. I also enjoy receiving gifts, eating cake/my favourite foods and turning a year older.
I love learning, studying, homework, education. I'm a nerd who loves math, art and science. I also enjoy reading + writing. I love school a lot.I love discoveries, I want to be a scientist when I grow up.
One of my favourite hobbies is Art-collage, drawing/doodling, colouring, designing...so much more! If I were to ask my classmates "what is my strength" they'd either say "Math" or "Art". I love home, school and discovering new things...
If you think about it, telling stories is the superpower that I never knew I had. I used to paint portraits of my days with the words within my five year old vocabulary. I told of tall tales so often that it became routine. As I grew up, the power of my words appeared to be fading. No one cared about what a scared little girl had to say. Instead of using my words to paint my pictures, I used the silence in between and the colors that no longer lit up my face. I created my own universe from depression and deprivation. Years later when I finally sat down and wrote out the pain, I saw the words grow bigger than they had ever been before. I learned that my words had never been small, only the voice behind them. And my stories had never been forgotten, only failed to have been mentioned. This is where the power of my words lie; in the magic that is created when they are spoken.