I came back, each part of my battered, bruised body in pain and torment. My leg, blood dripping from it, my flesh, jarred on my broken bone. A huge jagged cut on my bashed up head with dried blood creating a foul stench and rotting so much it had turned black. I'd escaped narrowly with my life; so much had happened, so much was lost...
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The planet I'm from is called Xenon, its a long way from any other planet. It was a big planet... orbiting a binary star system; not appreciated by anyone in this planet, well, exept for the fuel refinarys, they ravish the frictionol energy... thats the problem, our planet in at the constent state of nearly being ripped to pieces. Anyway, my name's Jeramier Watsit Charlotte Jane Xelia the 5th but people just call me coco; I'm not sure why, it has no relavence to me whatsoever. This planet has been so over populated that having a short name is like being a president, this is why we all have code names with no relevance to our personalities.
I wasnt that popular ever, I mean I had a friend I suppose, which was more then some people get, being in a class full of a hundred students (like I sais... over populated!) My freind was called Niagra, she was a fiary headed crazy person of whom always reminded my of a fury. I suppose I was a bit like her I suppose; mad in every way, that is what some people called us... coco and Niagra: the utterly bonkers twins who happen to be unrelated, of course that was the full name, it is the UBTHU that it stands for.
Sometimes I find that name a bit far fetched anyway. I mean, for starters, I'm she is completely and utterly obsessed with random boys. First Comcon (wierd name I know... I can ussure you he is NOT a camera) and before that it was George (the only NONE weird name I've ever came across) and there was many others before that of which if I named all of them this book would be as long as: Two Bibles, half a Qua'ran, and an entire Harry Potter novel. And I'm not into that rubbish stuff, I'd much rather be climbing a tree then waste my life chasing someone else, I say let them get ln with there own life! Well the George issue was anoing becouse Niagra liked him and he liked me, and I was up a tree (I know... confusing!!!).
I suppose I have a generally alright life. I am a standered citizen. A standered model 54b. I was sectioned as a small child so I'm not at any risk. I'm not in any colour unusial to the government. I cant stand to think of what happens to the greens. They are the people of who's parents were differant., their children are green; their persanalaties are normal, there great people... normally talented; but, since they have differant skins they have to be punished, they have to be banished away from the "normal" people. Sent away in a misterious place where nobody knows of. The government try and hide it off with some lies about them going to a better world where there are people more like their kind. The government sicken me. They think they are superior to every one else with there looks (notibly: UGLY), their mind (notibly: SICKENING); and, even they dont say this... I'm sure they mesure there superiosity by their pompeusness. For example, the MP for the county is stuck- up. The Prime Minister is A BASTERED!