Falcon

( Young Falcon's excited voice can be heard)
YO, Yo, Yo, what up? Time for the tables to turn and me to speak about MY backstory.
(Serious now) Sad it is. Like to talk about it, I do not. But if I must. I was born to a harsh father who for some reason hated me. Everyday, I would wake up to him hurting me, punching me, scratching me. My mother, she did not like my father like she used to. Even though his name was Flower, he was EVIL. Everyday, she would cry, until one day, her tears were her blood. They ran down everyday until until black smoke gene turned red from her tears. I knew she loved me, but she wouldn't say it, for fear that my father would also abuse her.They would not name me-they couldn't get too attached- and worked me to the bone as a slave. Finally, I ran away to the auction house when we were sleeping. Even if I was bought to a mean clan, NOTHING could be worse than that. but than I came here, and everyone likes each other. I never needed to know true pain ever again. Nobody here ever should. I found out that although being mischievous may be annoying, people still are pleased. Somebody cares enough about them to prank them. By being silly, I put sunshine over what rain cloud is already on my heart. At least others will be happy.
(A single teardrop falls on the A-R-A machine)
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(Older, yet still mischievous Falcon comes on) Well