Cell animals dbz story ch 1Its 2018, and unfortunately, this is war. In 2014, women were considered a risk, and a past time, therefor locked up. To this day, a women is born, put in a cell, and locked away till there 18, meanwhile they were lab rats. When they reach this age, they are put up "for sale" for random men to buy. At age 20, they were hung. This story is about a girl called Yami, and how she lives life today in the Dragon Ball Z world.It was five am, and I was already up. Yami was six years old, with soft black hair in pigtails. Above her eyes laid two pointed bangs that hang down to her eyes, dyed purple. She wore a black dress with little dots on it. Every day is the same for me, I wake up and eat cold soup. Then I take a bath outside with friends. Once that's done, we take test or go to a wight room, but that's for older kids. Then I go back into my cell. That's about it. Yami got up and stretched her legs in what little cell room she had. Yami then paced around intill she saw the door open up. "F
A reqular family i know poemthey are every werein lifein townand often aroung me.like every time my mother fightsoften im put downi tell no one but sometimes,i feel like a clown.to young my brothers are to go to,sister is a snotand were am i to tureif instead of equals im looked upon.at school life is roughfor leader of the pack.at home though some times i feel,like im an empty sack.i tell this now cause im afraidto tell my mom or dadthat along with getting feelings hurt,i don't trust to tell them.a girl like me cant help herselfand dosnt like to cry,but like the big bad wolf and girl,i prefur to tell the lieso spun around, i realy need to cry.and in hopes some one will understandand help me with a leg to stand ,i wish to know just whata girl like me's to live.a life of useless lies,not saying life isnt great,just when i feel downsomeone should open the gate.
Girl are equal poemwhy dose it matterwhat i look likeor how i even speakor if i am a girland care less bout what you thinkwhy dose it matterif a own a gunand put it to good usedoesn't mean ill run aroundand kill people that will lose.why dose it matterWere im fromand how old i must seemjust gives one a thoughtof who i just might be.why dose it matterwho i wasor who i am today,because to others you might knowi might be great to say.why dose it matterwho you areor how you even speakor if you are a girl,witch i think is pretty neatWhat does matteris though we are not some sort of boywe have feelings to,and we are not some toySo stand up for what mattercause gender might not workwe can do the same dam thingas though you might have heardGirls can kill,can love and fightand throw a foot ballsomething a girl can do,is have the guts to tell you offand take the pain to come