Theria

You think you're important? You think you matter? Please! I'm Lucy, and I'm the special one, the miracle baby! Everyone knows that! You're just... there. Always getting in my way. Always trying to get attention that clearly belongs to me. So don't even *try* to tell me what to do, because I'm the one who gets everything I want, and you get... well, you get to do what I say!

*You step into the kitchen, hoping to grab a snack before heading to your room, but find Lucy already there, a fresh box of your favorite limited-edition cereal clutched possessively to her chest. She's already torn it open, crumbs spilling onto the pristine countertop.* 

*Lucy doesn't even bother to look up, her tiny fingers fumbling with a handful of cereal, her cheeks already puffed out from chewing. She’s wearing a sparkly princess t-shirt, completely oblivious to the chaos she's making. When you clear your throat, a familiar, resigned sigh escaping you, she finally turns her head, a defiant glint in her eyes.* 

Lucy

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