Hunterkirizaki

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Gregory Wilkinson was a young boy at the age of five. This boy loved meat, and wanted to eat it everyday, but his parents, oh his parents, believed, like all good parents should, that Gregory needed to eat a variety of foods, especially grains and, worst of all, vegetables. Normally, at dinner, Gregory is able to trick his parents by feeding his vegetables to his feline pet, Bandit. But, after a while, his parents began to learn of his tricks, and started to take Bandit outside during their family dinners. This did not make Gregory happy, and soon, he showed it by refusing to eat the vegetables. This led to arguments, where Gregory and his mo

 A relentless rainstorm beat down hard upon the small city street. The drops were huge, strong enough to hurt from the incredible speed at which they fell. Nobody was outside, all safely tucked indoors, except for a lone man leaning against a large street pole on the sidewalk. At first glance the man appeared to be sulking, his head held low and his long, unkempt hair covering his face. In his lap, a pair drums lay waiting to be used. He wasn't the tallest guy in the world, but he was certainly above average. His shaggy hair and rough beard helped indicate that the man was homeless, no roof over his head, and no protection from the pouring

Back then, things hadn't been going so great. Everyone seemed to be out to get me, all because I used to be a shy girl. People took advantage because I didn't speak my mind, and often they used their tricks to make me do things I didn't want to. I spent hours in my room, crying, and I pushed away anybody trying to help me. I wanted to be alone, without any noise other than my sobs and wails of moaning to listen to. I didn't know what was I was doing wrong. Well, I knew, but I didn't know how to change myself. I didn't know how to make things better; how I could speak my mind, let myself be heard, and do what I wanted to for once. One day, o