Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Batwings ❯ Chapter 1: The Little Monster is Not Angry ( Chapter 1 )
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By: VampireRagdoll-Rogue 45 
Emily Owens was never really Angry, but the world thinks of her that way. When she gets sent to a theripsts office and finds someone she can share her nightlife with. But why IS it only the nightlife?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.26.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 282 | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Emily Owens was never really Angry, but the world thinks of her that way. When she gets sent to a theripsts office and finds someone she can share her nightlife with. But why IS it only the nightlife?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.26.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 282 | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Fuck em is what I say. Fuck every last one of them. They wont make it in the real world. All they do is make fun of me and piss me off. If they have a problem, it’s not my business so fuck off!
I think it’s all this angry that started it… But it’s not my fault!! I’m not angry, per say. No angry is different then what I have. I’m not angry, I’m pissed off.
I guess I didn’t used to be pissed off, or as my mom calls it, emotionally depressed. Che, fuck her to! She judges me just like everyone else! My dad says I used to be happy when he’d take me to the hotel off elm and drink hot chocolate and when I ask him why we don’t go, he shrugs. Fuck him too…
I bet this all happened when I was 6. I was in kindergarten playing in recess when I say a baby bat. I was so cute and small. I figured it would make a good pet, so I picked it up. The weird thing was, I was perfectly fine! The bat stayed calm in my hand, no scratching or biting.
I guess it was a good sign
But to all the other kids it was weird. The fact that this little girl picked up a bat and it didn’t hurt her. From that moment on, I was know as Bat Girl and Little Monster…
And from that moment on I was pissed off
I think it’s all this angry that started it… But it’s not my fault!! I’m not angry, per say. No angry is different then what I have. I’m not angry, I’m pissed off.
I guess I didn’t used to be pissed off, or as my mom calls it, emotionally depressed. Che, fuck her to! She judges me just like everyone else! My dad says I used to be happy when he’d take me to the hotel off elm and drink hot chocolate and when I ask him why we don’t go, he shrugs. Fuck him too…
I bet this all happened when I was 6. I was in kindergarten playing in recess when I say a baby bat. I was so cute and small. I figured it would make a good pet, so I picked it up. The weird thing was, I was perfectly fine! The bat stayed calm in my hand, no scratching or biting.
I guess it was a good sign
But to all the other kids it was weird. The fact that this little girl picked up a bat and it didn’t hurt her. From that moment on, I was know as Bat Girl and Little Monster…
And from that moment on I was pissed off