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From Create Your Own Story
You haul yourself to your feet, glaring at the offender. "Stop poking me!" You complain.
Pricklekit, who had been the one poking, stares. "Bluekit? You're awake?" Then his expression twists into a sneer. "Took you long enough, wimp."
The next few moons of your life are spent in much the same way. You grow used to everyone hating you, even your own family. Perhaps it would have been better if they didn't know you were awake....
