Name: Ira
Race: Human
Age: 7 and three quarters
Likes: Reading, drawing, tranquility.
Dislikes: A lot of fighting, being confuesed, loud noises, having her shiny taken away.
History: Ira always knew herself to be...different...from the other kids. She didn't play at recess, she never pulled pranks on the teacher, she always kept to the sidewalk when walking home, and remained friendless through first...second...third grade. Her father works late, so her normal dinner is either a peanut butter sandwitch, or oatmeal, made herself. No siblings, the female works on homework, makes dinner, watches t.v. until 7:30, bathes, and is in bed by 8:15. Every day, every week, every month, every year since the death of her mother. But every night, she kneeled by her bedside, and she prayed. She didn't know what she prayed for, as each night as her hands clasped, all words disapeared from her mind and her heart began to ache. Most nights this scared her into bed, but one night, she forced herself still until the ache died down. She crossed her chest, and slid under the covers to fall asleep till 6. Only to awake to an object never seen before...
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