Key:
(Y/n): Your Name
(L/N): Last Name
(F/C): Fav. Color
(S/F/C): Second Fav. Color
(F/F): Fav. Food
(H/C): Hair color
(H/L): Hair length
(C/C): Clothing Choice
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I'm sitting on the bus coming from school. I'm a Senior, but who cares right? Certainly nobody around here. Oh i'm sooo sorry I didn't introduce myself did I? Well I'm (Y/N) (F/N) and im the suicide girl, the strange girl, the freak. Nobody cares to help me. We toons seem to be outcasts if we're not famous like Mickey Mouse. I was one of the background people. An extra.
I'm a demon, but not like a normal demon, oh no. I have a set of horns and I have two tails. They both are skinny with an arrow shape at the end. People like to pull on them and use them to keep me in place when they beat me.
I have (H/L) (H/C) hair that people say looks dirty and greasy. They don't get that some toons just look like that. A worse thing is i'm short. (Don't want to be short? Well too bad! Feel the struggle) The other seniors tower over me by a foot and a half, maybe two.
I wear (C/C) and people say I look like a homeless person. Well at least I don't make other peoples' life a living hell just for kicks or for trying to make my own miserable life more manageable.
"Hey Freak!" I just keep looking out the window, knowing I'm about to get hit with flying food. Suddenly my hair is pulled and I'm forced to look at one of the mpst popular girls in the school: Stephanie. She's the leader of her little gang of sluts. I swear, could you get anymore fake? "Look at people when they are talking to you freak!" She then pours water onto my head, my hair getting wet and the (H/C) ink my hair is made of is dripping down my head and face, into my clothing. It would automaticall replace what ink was being dripped away again once it was dry. So as to not lose my colors. I look through the dripping ink to look at Stephanie. "Aww look at that! She inked herself!!" I just frown and look back out the window. Forcing myself not to cry.

Eventually it was my stop and I grab my stuff. The ink had dried and started to replenish itself, but another bottle of water was poured on me on my way to the bus doors. I just let it happen and when it's done I sigh and walk out the bus door.
I walk up to the two story house and stay standing on the steps, mentally preparing myself as best I can for the torment my adoptive mother and father will put my through. I open the door and imediately dodge a flying beer bottle. "Where the fuck have you been?!" my father was drunk again and mom was smoking weed on the living room couch. "I was at school father." I say with no emotion. "YOU FUCKING LIAR ITS SATURDAY!!" He grabs my throat and starts choking me. I grab his hands, trying to pry them off. Luckily the beer finally went through his system and it knocked him out and he fell to the floor. I gasp and take deep breaths. "Go to your room and don't come out. Go on! FUCK OFF!" my mother yells at me. I grab my bag and walk to the basement. There were three rooms upstairs on the second floor, but they refused to let an 'abomination that shouldn't be here or anyone else of my kind' be anywhere near them while they slept. I close the door behind me and decend the steps. The light is always on, it keeps my small room lit as well it can and I'm not paying the fucking electric bill so they can go fuck themselves. I set my backpack on the floor beside my twin sized matress. I didn't have a bed spring or anything. Just a matress. I lift the corner of the bed and grab one of my many assortment of razor blades and make a cut for every bad thought I have. 1 for being alive. 2 for being useless. 3 for being stupid. 4 for thinking anyone would ever love me. And I continued the proccess until there were 20 new cuts. 10 on each arm. I get up and walk to my chest of clothes. Shuffling through until I find some gauze I stole from the nurses office. I quickly wrap it around the cuts and tie it. "Why am I still here again?" I ask myself. "Oooooh yeeaaah...toons can't die..." I sigh and lay down on my matress. Another day of being alive....yaaay. The only reason they took me in is because they are being paid to...What did I do to deserve this hell?