Hi, I'm Emilie. Before i get into all my mishaps and everything else, let me tell you a bit about myself.
I am twelve years old, and yeah, almost a teenager. Two days from now to be exact. On the 14th May. It's just me and my mum for my birthday. Again. Well, and my two main friends. I miss my dad. This is the fourth year without him sadly. He died, after a long battle with cancer to the lungs. Fuck cancer. I loved him. I love him...
I'm not the best looking preteen in the world. I mean, i don't think I'm really pretty. I have long brown hair and eyes to match. I'm not very tall to be fair, although I'm not too short either. Lets just say most people are taller than me. I am in such desperation of a new style. Something more aesthetic you know?
I live in a nice village. Nice house, nice size, nice looks. We aren't poor, but we arnt rich either, just a nice amount. I get money every month and thats my pocket money to buy whatever. It's just hard not to spend it all at once for me. Like one min i have the money, then next its just gone poof... oops!
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Teen FictionHi, I'm Emilie. I turn 13 soon, ugh teenager. I'm excited but the whole list of things to come were not shown to me... unfortunately. Through the highs and lows of my life and the loves of my life, i do believe in happy ever after's, as i have read...
