《Prologue 6》
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Ok, so I fell asleep again and couldn't continue on with the story. Chris used cry. Mother appeared. As she came towards me, she picked me up and looked all over my body; I can't be a bride anymore ... jokes aside. She's probably checking to see whether I dirtied my clothes or not. As she is doing that, I glare at the jug that's on the drawer. It's all his fault.
Anyways after she checked me all over she sat down on a chair thats by the drawer and opened her blouse then started to breastfeed me. Hmm.... I just stare at her as she tries to do that. I can't help it, I just can't control myself so I ended up suckling contently.
I shall lock away all similar memories and throw away the key, so that I never have to remember these types of days. So as I was saying, being a keeper was good and bad for me. I had nothing to do but wait for the oppositions striker to come towards the goal and it took them way to long, that at times I would end up laying on my back taking a nap. It would have helped if they let me be captain. But did they listen. No! they just up and did their shit and made me keeper; every single damn time.
I get that I am a good keeper but let me be a striker or defender at times too. Like would it kill them to let me play other positions.
Ahem, I went off on a rant there, but if I could go back to Earth, one day in the future, I'll make sure to beat the shit out of them. How dare they tell me what i can't possibly do or possibly not do.
So that's that and now that I am here, I wonder, what I should really do. I mean except meditation, crying, eating, sleeping and soiling, what else can I do? Probably nothing. Therefore, I meditated, meditated and meditated the shit out of meditation to clear my mind.
Well, it didn't work. Nooo! those yoga instructors and Buddhist monks lied to me and I can't even go and beat them up.
*Sigh* Look at what they have done, they made me lose a heck lot of happiness. The more you sigh the more happiness you lose, I believe that's how the saying goes but if not then that's the one I've remembered and you better deal with it.
So the ongoing question on my mind from the time i came here has been how did I get here and what type of world exactly is this? Like is it alternative/same or is it a completely different world with similar/dissimilar settings. Yes, I'll call them settings cause this is my story and I don't wanna hear a word about technicalities and whatnot.
Just for the guys who are wondering; I finally finished drinking milk and let go of my mother's breast as she closed up her blouse and made herself decent. Is that how I should say it? meh, got a lifetime to think that over so no need to do it now. This ones for real, the other time I just said it to reel my consciousness away from the fact that I was being breastfed.
As I am thinking that my mother starts talking to me, though I have no idea what she's saying. It's all Shakespearean dutch to me. For all you OCD maniacs, it's an expression so get over it. Also sorry Chris, I forgot I was also an OCD maniac.... Moving on, people that can't understand sayings/expressions and the like, get a teacher cause I won't be using my time teaching you. *Ahem* I hope the publishers here don't have a ban on such things or I will have to rewrite my life-story.
Now that I think about it, I don't know anyone's name. Being a baby is hard, whoever said it's not must have suffered a head injury, a serious one at that. So I am floating now, yeah ok, I am being carried out of my room. My hearts beating faster, I hope we reach outside faster for I can't take this excitement any longer.
Finally, we have reached outside and mother says something again. It's like she's saying son, everything the light touches is ours so it's yours too. Wow, my very own world, I am so happy that I feel like crying. Wait ... I am crying. What the heck happened in the time I went to lala land. Hmm, let's see here.
Accursed jug, you did it again; damn you and your potter family, I'll make sure they don't see the light of the day again ..... I mean I'll make sure they are in pieces .... this is hard, what can I actually threaten that piece of a shit with. I mean it's a jug and it's family's pottery and they are in pieces. Hmm, I'll sleep on it and maybe one day the answer will arrive by itself. I just hope it comes at the right address.
Yes, I understand the actual meaning of the saying but it's better this way. Better as comic relief. So that's that too.
Mother used rocking. Critical Hit. Chris used yawn. zzz. I guess I should probably go to sleep and think about this world again at a later time. Chris hurt himself. It's super effective. Chris fell asleep..... zzz.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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Heartless Still the prologue.
Although I myself feel that it's more chapter 1/2 by now but I believe I might end up making the biggest prologue that I've ever read.
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Comment or leave any suggestions for the story, who knows maybe I might use it later someday.
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I wonder how other authors use up all this space. I find it hard to use it all up.
Still space left ....... This is hard and yes I know I don't have to fill it up but it's kind of fun. It's weird and I know, so you don't need to tell me that.
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