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"Grandma?" "Yes butterfly?" "Can I use the tele-le-phone?" Shego struggled to pronounce the name. "Who are you going to call?" Estella called to her while absorbed in her favorite reality TV show. "Liz." Shego answered simply. Her best friend Liz had given her phone number to Shego today. Finally! She could be grown up and use a super cool tool! The telephone! This had to be the bestest thing in the entire world! "Alright." The grandmother beamed. They were growing up so fast. "Where?" Shego asked searching high and low. "Your father's bedroom." Estella answered.
Shego made tremendous effort to climb the stairs by herself. They were big. And her feet were small. Shego clutched the banister and began to crawl up the stairs, slowly. There. She had climbed a step. Surely she could do another, if she tried. Shego was even more careful this time, again, she got higher. Hey! This wasn't hard at all! She could certainly do this. Shego stood up and moved up the next step, then casually up the next one, soon she was running up the stairs.
Thump! Shego was now looking at the step. Bump! Bump! Bump! Shego was suddenly sitting legs wide on the wooden floor. She had just fallen down the stairs. Realizing this, she burst into tears. Once again, she was a child.
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(Notes: Sorry, the next few chapters are destined to be short! It's going to be very short segments of Shego's childhood. Also, I am updating this in school, so if my writing seems weak in the last few chapters, consider the atmosphere!)
"Grandma?" "Yes butterfly?" "Can I use the tele-le-phone?" Shego struggled to pronounce the name. "Who are you going to call?" Estella called to her while absorbed in her favorite reality TV show. "Liz." Shego answered simply. Her best friend Liz had given her phone number to Shego today. Finally! She could be grown up and use a super cool tool! The telephone! This had to be the bestest thing in the entire world! "Alright." The grandmother beamed. They were growing up so fast. "Where?" Shego asked searching high and low. "Your father's bedroom." Estella answered.
Shego made tremendous effort to climb the stairs by herself. They were big. And her feet were small. Shego clutched the banister and began to crawl up the stairs, slowly. There. She had climbed a step. Surely she could do another, if she tried. Shego was even more careful this time, again, she got higher. Hey! This wasn't hard at all! She could certainly do this. Shego stood up and moved up the next step, then casually up the next one, soon she was running up the stairs.
Thump! Shego was now looking at the step. Bump! Bump! Bump! Shego was suddenly sitting legs wide on the wooden floor. She had just fallen down the stairs. Realizing this, she burst into tears. Once again, she was a child.
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(Notes: Sorry, the next few chapters are destined to be short! It's going to be very short segments of Shego's childhood. Also, I am updating this in school, so if my writing seems weak in the last few chapters, consider the atmosphere!)