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The Hamada Family Book

🇺🇸The_real_Writer
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Meh, just a random account of a number of random characters of mine, no need to worry

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Chapter 1 - A Simple Morning

At the age of twenty, one should have a set career, be able to tell where they're going in life, and more, but for this bear? Not so much. The one under the blankets and sheets yawned and groaned as the morning light slipped through his window and lightly tapped at his eyelids, trying to wake him up. Try as he might, he eventually submitted to the morning and slowly sat up.

The sheets fell away from his upper torso, revealing fur as bright as diamond and as yellow as the sun. Now being uncovered, a scar became apparent on this bear's front torso, leading from the upper right of his right shoulder down to the lower left of his left hip, which is still hidden under the sheets.

The bear yawned and opened his right eye, the eye that's functional concerning everyday usage. His left had a nasty scar going through the middle, making it rather unable to use.

The bear gently scratched his gut as he stretched his legs and toes, which were still under the white sheets and blankets. — Being a bear with a light coat, and terrible shedding, white was ideal for him— Then, he brought his arms up and stretched his arms and fingers, letting loose another deep yawn, unwillingly, or the opposite of, showing his pearly white teeth and a rather long tongue. After that, he turned and took both feet off the bed, onto the cold carpet flooring, a light color like the sheets, but not exactly white. He hopped out of bed a moment later, bringing his arms down so they could be limp at his side. He grabbed the eyepatch on the nightstand to his left, putting it on over his left eye, as to hide how bad it looked, and then went to the bathroom first and foremost. After he was done with that, he went to go fetch himself some sort of clothing next, because the bear was rather bare, if you catch the context. Skipping onward, our hero donned himself in some polite clothing. A rather loose dress shirt, a pair of lounging pants and a pair of pearly-white socks, he walks out of his bedroom to find himself a mug to fill with the morning-saving black elixir that is always known as coffee.