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"For All the Abandoned Hues" by sherocks15
Part I: A Defining Complexion
My name, my essence, my being, is Saphira_15-not the best, not the worst. I don't mind that I'm not Sapphire, Sapphy, Sapphira, or some other name with no numbers. I don't even mind that Saphira is spelled wrong. Jennie gave my name to me. It is the one thing that can never, will never change in my long and tumultuous life. It's permanent. It's me. And in a world where nothing is permanent, where your species and color can change in mere instants-say nothing of the intelligence and abilities you work so hard for--that's important. It really is.
I won't sugarcoat things-I was abandoned by Jennie. You probably saw that coming. Most Neopets get abandoned multiple times in their lifespan. It's a sad fact.
Actually, I was traded. The point is, I'm not going to string you along. I've had enough of that. There will be little suspense, and even less of a plot. The reason is, it's a life, not fanfiction. You will find, that, for some people, they are one and the same, but not for me. You may think that my story isn't worth reading, then, that it's just meaningless words scribbled on paper. That is your choice. I will not try to persuade or cajole you. If you do end up reading it, my life's story is a sad one. It may leave you different than before you read it. It may soften your heart, or it may harden it. I have learned, through my many trials, that every life is precious and special. I hope that this story changes you as well: into something just a little bit different, so when you look at your pet you may see that they are something to be treasured and loved always.
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