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by almightynyx | ![](//images.neopets.com/nt/ntimages/338_kacheek.gif) | Happy Little UsulMy sister, Lianna, always said that to me whenever I tried to talk to her about Hannah. I mean, Hannah was amazing! She was everything I was not...
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Headlines "Happy Little Usul" by miliane085 Nobody would chat and speculate with me about Hannah, nobody cared about the things I liked. I couldn’t blame them, though. There was nothing special about me, nothing to make me interesting. I had always been a small, green Kacheek, not a dashing Usul like Hannah. Oh, what would I give to be cool like her…
Lianna had never understood my admiration of her, but then again she was amazing like Hannah her self. As long as I had known her, she had had a beautiful pastel-coloured fur, befitting a cute, artistic girl like her. I don’t know how she did it, but despite being a mere Kacheek like me, she managed to shine on her own. Everyone liked her, and even though she was part of the cool crowd at our school she was genuinely nice to everyone. Mom had been so happy when she came home with her from the Pound. I was content to stay in her shadow. At least back then I was. I had always been a bit shy and making friends was really hard for me. I didn’t have that many people to talk to.
I shambled to the kitchen where mom was making tea. She smiled when she saw me.
“Would you like a cup, too?”
“Yes please,” I said half-heartedly. She frowned.
“Is everything okay?”
I sat silently, and took a sip. I had to fight back tears, and the hot liquid that filled my stomach didn’t make it any easier. “I don’t know…” I sighed again. “It’s just… I would like to be noticed sometimes.”
Mom put her hand over mine. “Who do you want to notice you?” she smiled softly.
“I don’t know… Anyone!” I exclaimed. “Why can’t I be more like… like Hannah!”
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