>Parents were drunks
>Were smashed when I was concived
>Born with debilitating condition
>Partial elephantitis resembling symptoms from birth
>Parts of me are disproportionate with my body
> Ostracized by my peers and any one I meet
>Walking down the street
> I haven't eating in a while
>People staring at me like im below them, just cause of what I look like
> I hate discrimination, but I put up with it, nobody listens to me
> In higher spirits than normal when I return to my single room apartment
> Despite "normals" trying to put me down, and prevent me from getting any food, ive finally gotten some
>Had to steal it from the trash, super markets wont sell to me because of my "condition"
>Get out rusty bowl
>Pour the mostly crushed cereal into it
>Getting happy for the fist time in a long time
>Havn't eaten in so long, everything looks gourmet
>Get my last plastic spoon out
>The multicolored (although the dye has faded from time) cereal looks good
>Bowl is yanked away from me
>Random intruders in my apartment!
>I get smacked by one of their weapons
>On the ground, concussion
>They take the bowl, eat it all up themselves
>"W-why? Why?" I ask through bloody teeth
>"Why wont you ever let me eat?"
>One of the intruders leans in
>He's short, his friends are smiling like they're heroes
>He opens his mouth slowly, i can still see the crushed food in his teeth
>"Silly Rabbit, Trix are for Kids!"