A/N this character's language is based off of Indonesian. Just so ya know.

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    "Wake up, you little demons!" Meng calls. She is the worst 'mom' I could have asked for. I climb out of my tempat in the trees, leap the few feet down to the sandy earth, and get ready for the day. I quickly change into my seragam, and, as usual, it scratches everywhere. Here is a tip for clothes-makers, don't make things out of palm leaves. They end up cutting your clients like seledri, and then they work slower. That's what Meng says at least, I don't really trust her.
    Meng takes care of our perkemahan, and everyone who lives here. The Anak Naga who exist in this horrid place; cast out by the very women who birth us. If our mothers don't give us up, well, they can say goodbye to their life.
    "Hey Vireak!" Another kid says to me, getting ready. My lord, can he ever just leave me alone? That little gila will be the death of me. I turn, with the realest fake smile I could muster.
    "Hi Gangguan, is this a record?" I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
    "Record of what?" Gangguan responds, confused. I forgot he doesn't know what sarcasm is. I doubt he could even spell it.
    "How quickly an eight year old can annoy me. Go away." Gangguan shrinks away as I spoke. I felt kind of bad, but he had to grow a thicker skin. Meng was merciless, especially once you turned ten. She goes from yelling and demeaning to beating you senseless. The only other anak naga my age at this perkemahan died from the wounds she inflicted on his back. I still have some scars from the thorned whip she beat me with, and the sharp knife she cleaved into my sides during battle training.
    Once I realize what time it is, I break into a sprint.Alrian. I grab a penahanan, and run even faster than I already was. Once I reach the shore, far ahead the other anak naga, I get as much water into the bucket as I possibly could. Then the trek home. The 2- mile walk, trying not to let any water spill, where other kids try to tip your water so they get back before you, where small critters can bite you and make you drop your water. Nobody dared to tip mine though, they were afraid of my strength. I could tap one of their shoulders and they would fall on the floor, writhing with pain.
I am the first person back, and, as always, Meng tells me to 'help everyone else'. I help these satanic children with everything. They can learn to bring water from ocean themselves. I ignore her request, and climb one of the surrounding palm trees to gather tinder and fuel. I don't give a shit what she tells me to do. She has me for another month, then I'm gone from this ghastly island. Meng gave me a look of disapproval, but a slight look of respect grew on her face. Thank you woman! I finally get some appreciation in this god-forsaken place, but it has to be through torturing twelve year-olds. Fun.
    "Hurry up you little shits! You now have angered lima menit. If you aren't back in five minutes, well, you need a new way to get water." I yell at the anak naga, which were about a half-mile away. I really wanted them to come back in 6 minutes, so I could dump out their water, and force them to get more, but they made it back in time. At least I don't have to deal with punishing them.
    Today was pertarungan, or battle day. I get to beat up a bunch of eight year old children, yay! I was always go last, since I'm the oldest kid those illiterate buffoons on the Bowan put in this stupid camp, on this stupid island, in this stupid universe. Still, I watched the rest of the anak naga fight, quite obnoxiously I may add.
"Hit him in the jaw, Buruk!" Gangguan yelled.
"Sweep his feet out from under him, Lambat! He can barely see you, since he is a kelelawar! Ha!" another anak naga yells. This fight talk bores me; telling your guy what to do, while the opponent can hear. Buruk wasn't even visually impaired, he just was a little clumsy.
    "Let go of me Buruk!" Lambat yells. The fight was over, and the kelelawar was victorious. I hated both of them, so I honestly didn't care to see either one of them win.
    "Hurry up, we will fight until one person is left. No malam until we are done." Meng says. All the anak naga gasp at the thought of no dinner, but seeing as I would reign victorious, they would probably get my scraps.
    The fights continued on, until there were two anak naga remaining: Tak, and me. Him and I had very distinct fighting styles. I was almost acrobatic. Light on my feet, yet have an extremely powerful kick. I danced around the circle like it was a stage, and I always got roses for my performance.
    Tak, on the other hand, was rough. No technique other than brute force. He was usually one of the last people standing, but was too tired to beat the last couple kids. When he lost, he turned away and sulked, not watching the later matches, so he didn't know what I could do. He was fast, I could admit that, but he would occasionally lose control and run out of the ring, leaving ant bites and cuts all over his feet. He was a novice, I am not. That is why I will win this fight.
    "The final fight, to decide who sleeps with a full stomach, and who will sleep hungry." I say. The crowd (of twelve people) was dead silent as I spoke. They did not want to anger me, since I was the most likely to choose who will eat what tonight. Meng banged the kebis, and the sound radiated into all of our chests. The fight has begun.
    Tak was the first to attack, charging at me with open arms. This idiot is so, unbearably cliché. Easiest trick in the book. I tripped him, and he dived face first into the ring of fire... ants (And palm tree leaves. I didn't name it, so don't look at me!). Tak slowly got up, his face swollen and bumpy from ant bites, and eyes tearing up from the pain.
    "You could just give up, you know." I say, starting to worry about his health. It was customary that the loser of the final fight would fast for the next day. I didn't need to take care of a dead body on top of all the other anak nagas here.
    "NEVER!" Tak yells back, enraged that I would think he would give up. I didn't know what to do: Let him off easy, and starve? Or should I let him die, seeing as he won't fucking stop. He charges at me again, and rather than letting him run out of the ring, I step aside, and grab his still running body. I pivot and slam him against the sand. I realise something, Oh my god----- he isn't moving. I stand over the body... and crush it's head in.