TheDarkestShinobi: Happy National punctuation Day!
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I had always lived my life thinking that whatever I did didn't matter, that I didn't matter, that this was all part of some big plan that I was too naïve to know about. My uncle was the main member because he was born minutes before my father, and my father died to protect him. My cousin is set to take over as clan head even though I am stronger. A boy doomed to be alone, mistreated, because he was born to a different brother. Seals were placed on our foreheads; mine too, so that we could be killed at the main members will, all our lives, in the power of another. Such was life, I couldn't do a thing about it, no one could.
This was my life and I knew no different, so when a boy clad in orange yelled at me and told me I was wrong, I ignored him. He was weak, always was and always shall be. When he beat me he made me see that all my life I had been lying idle, waiting for someone else to help, because I was not strong enough to do it, my cousin wasn't, though she hated the idea my uncle couldn't, though now I know he wanted to, because it was destiny, he showed me that I could change that I didn't always have to be trapped and held back. He said the words that I needed to hear, he helped me change my life, and he freed me from my ideas of destiny.
At first I wondered why he got so mad at me for almost giving up on myself, later when I found out who he was, I knew why he was so mad at the idea. He was a "monster" and was supposed to be miserable, yet he wasn't, he was happy. He defied destiny; and then gave me the strength to do so too.