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Mom: My child we are going to McDonald’s get whatever you want…
Sora: Ok mommy! (I’m 5)
Mom: *smiles* mn.k let’s go pick your father up *picks you up**goes to car*
Sora: Weeeee!!
Mom: *laughs*
Sora: mama I want ice cr-ea-m, ch-ic-ke-n nu-gg-es *trying to spell the words out so she can pronounce them*
Mom: yes…good job sweetheart
Sora: mommy, people made fun of me today in school. (She has naturally ginger hair and heterochromia and very
pale with huge birthmarks all over her legs (discolored patches of skin))
Mom: who!! My poor child
Sora: a girl in my class named Olivine
Mom: well tell her I say ‘if you mess with my daughter one more time I will send you to jesus’
Sora: but I can’t mommy! She’s rich :(
Mom: and they wouldn’t want to mess with me I will murder there whole family
Sora: mommy what’s murder? And ok! I’ll tell her :D
Sora: *nom nom* Mommy- *nom nom nom*
Mom: ah sorry sweetheart….don’t worry
Sora: Okii!!
Mom: how about we go to the park
Sora: YEAHHHH!!!
Mom: *picks you up* ready?
Sora: mhm!!
Mom: *laughs* lets go then
Sora: Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Mom: *at the park* go play
Sora: *runs to the swings but bumps into someone* I’m so sorry!
???: You better be.
Sora: Olivine..
Olivine: yeah, oh hi nerd~ *pushes Sora over*
Sora: My mommy said she’ll send you to Jesus….
Olivine: I don’t believe you *gives Sora a bloody nose and a bruise* run along freak.
Sora: …
Mom: *notices* *runs to you* *eye color changes to red* aah are you the girl my daughter was talking about?
where’s your mother!
Olivine: on her private jet with MY DADDY THE MAYORRRRR~
Sora: *looks up at her mom* *so much blood was gushing out of her nose that it looked black*
Sora: mommy…. *passes out from blood loss*
Olivine: whoopsies~ *giggling*
Mom: Oh really does it look like I give 2 f’s about what they do?! *catches Sora* *calls Sora’s father* come quick
Mom: *trying to not kill her* god… you brats don’t know when to stop do you?
Mom: she isn’t breathing steady at all call 911…
Dad: *on the phone* ok * comes as fast as possible
Dad: what’s wrong with Sora
Dad: ok *calls 911*