MapleSyurp?

Mine :

Anja was walking home from school on the day her life would change. The ground was coated in a thick layer of leaves, a carpet of gold and scarlet and orange and brown. The leaves crackled and crunched as she trudged home. She was staring down at the ground, watching the leaves swish and swirl under the her feet. Suddenly, she spotted something that was not a leaf. It was a beautiful creamy color with tiny flecks of scarlet and gold. She reached over and picked it up. It was curved, like it was a shard of a large ball. One side was dry, but the other had a kind of sticky yellowish, almost clear, goo. It was part of an egg ! Anja realized. She looked around for the thing that had hatched from it. All she found at first were more egg-shards, which she quickly wiped off and tucked in her backpack, but then she heard a soft, pitiful mewling noise. She dug through the leaves and finally found it. It was a skinny little thing, with crusty light blue skin, short small legs with tiny feet, with just three toes, little claws, a short tail, two little stumps on it's back and a pair of light gray horns on it's head. Anja wasn't sure what it was, but it was mewling and making a noise like someone crying and looking around like it was lost, so Anja picked it up and, tucking it under her jacket and rubbing it briskly to keep it warm, fed it some of the leftovers from her lunch (she never had enough time to finish it). When she reached her house, she was glad to find her parents weren't home yet. She headed to her room, locking the door behind her. On second thoughts, she quickly dashed back out and pilfered the fridge, grabbing some beef jerky, milk and a small pan, and a small hunk of old, crusty bread. Up in her room, she snuggled the little thing up in a nest she made out of her blankets. The little thing was still mewling, so she carefully poured some of the milk into the small pan and put it near the newly hatched whatever-it-was. The little thing slurped and sucked, lapped and sipped. Some milk spilled, but most of it got inside the little thing. The little thing was still mewling, so she poured some more milk and soaked bread and jerky in it, then feed the softened food to the little thing. Anja sat back, watching it eat. "I can't call you little thing, but I don't know your gender . . . I'll call you Cosita, Costito if you're a boy, because it means little thing in Spanish. " 

Ugh! Coding..

Ammunition        

Cicada shells are plentiful in our backyard,

 being used for bullets, shooting three at a time.

Cicada shedings are plentiful in our backyard,

we used to be amazed at how intact they were,

Today we use them for bullets;

shooting three at a time. 

Their crouched forms, so detailed, 

even if only a shadow shed from the

reality, so detailed, even including bulging

eyes glancing sideways like many other bugs

colored a shade of some rare brown

How could they even get out of there?

shot three at a time by young, 

five-year-olds fingers, aimed by a stick

gun and thrown off with little force to

hit hard wood without sound

I got you yer dead, Dad!

Shells so detailed, now to be crushed.

R U QuickSilver? Air? Young writer? Joss? 

I'm guessing Anonymous 1.

I go by a pen name now, and I'm no longer Abigail C. But you guessed me!

I touch my tears, watching them drip on my knee. One for Renika. One for Jeniay. One for... For Persino. 

This is what it feels like. To die. But be born again.

That one day. That one fall. I had lost my memories, and never knew what my past life was. But now I know. 

And now I wish I hadn't been so bad in my past life.

One for Renkia. One for Jeniay. One for Persino.

Zero for... Me.