In a small, "Amish" city cult called the "Hyenas," boys are at the bottom of the chain. Women are at the top of the chain after an uprising. The up-rise came at a heavy cost for the boys in this city...
This is the backstory of the man named Justice...
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Bot's P.O.V.
I was never really a calm child, I never had the same temperament as everyone else, I cried a lot, and was always getting into trouble for it.
My grades were dropping dramatically and nothing was stopping them, if it wasn't for the teachers hating me for my gender, it was also the fact that I could never focus enough.
It wasn't JUST that I was a boy, either. I was fragile when it came to keeping healthy, I was a sickly boy.
So, when I was at home, you can imagine the resentment they give me.
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My biological mom is from another Amish group, she's Mexican and loves me very much.
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(Bot was about 9-months-old in this picture around this time) My parents used to get along very well, and she used to be around me all the time.
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Until they started fighting, my mom didn't agree with the way our Amish group, The "Hyenas," lived. She wanted us to move,
my dad said that "This is OUR way of life, not yours!"
Marybeth (Bot's mother): "But, they'll treat our son like he's nothing!"
Bot:
"Gahhh Ahhhhh Ahhh Gahh...!!"
Marybeth (Bot's mother):
"See? He agrees with me, why don't you?!!"
Harild (Bot's father):
"You will never understand!!"
Marybeth:
"This is NOT the Amish-!"
*SLAPS MARYBETH and Merybeth gasps as he says:*
Harild:
"How dare you say that!"
No-one's P.O.V.
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Marybeth caught off guard, took Bot, and ran.
She ran outside with Bot and took him to a field where no one was, she ran until she hit a dead end -- the officials.
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She quickly grabbed Bot.
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Then she...
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...Protectively held him, and protected him from the officials.
