They call me Crybaby (well, they call me Lilac)

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        10:53 pm, October 30th, I was born. 10:52 pm, Gracie was born. We are twins. Her birth was very different than mine. She was taken to that nursery room thing, while I... ya.

When I came out of the womb, I was strange. My eyes were violet, and I said my first word, right then and there. 'I magical.' Is what popped out of my mouth. Then I cried for a few minutes, until Lily, another of my siblings, held me. She dropped me, and I stood on two legs and ran, to the car, and drove to my new home. Don't ask how how it happened, please. 

I learned things fast. I can multiply fractions at age 5. Now I'm 7, and I know algebra. You think school taught me? Mom? No. Mom was drunk, dad... he's probably having sex, with Carol. Baby's on the way! Woot Woot! 



It's been a while. I'm 8, and I know so much more. Let me show you, in a better chapter form. (I was 6. Do you think I write a lot?) Enjoy the story from a crazy person. Blood, death, and cats await. YAY!!! Blood and gore and sex and rape and fights and cats and depression!

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