random tid bits i wrote when i was 14

nsfw

Is that even the right order for the letters...
I just wanted to practice writing this kinda stuff.
And I did a lot of research for this,, I'm pretty proud of myself for this- PLEASE READ IT.
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*insert protagonist here*

*insert protagonist backstory here*

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Once upon a time in a land far, far over the pond (England), there lived a girl called Saskia.

Saskia was an innocent girl who was born in south-east London, to a Gambian father and a German mother.

That was until she was 2.

On her second birthday, she and her parent moved east, to a moderately sized town called Colchester.

After enrolling her in a nearby primary school, and giving her a younger sister to play with, her parents decided to move again.

Halfway through year 2, she moved from Colchester to a larger town, further east, named Ipswich.

Her dad had gotten a job at a nearby private school and the family were happy to be able to enjoy financial freedom.

A couple of years later, they bought a small, posh house in a nearby village and her mother also got a job in an all-girls secondary school in town.

Saskia was a young, happy girl.

Her parents weren't nearly as stressed as they used to be, which meant that she could receive more love and affection from them then she had gotten before.

Who doesn't like love and affection?

She sure as hell did.

But she also loved presents.

On her 10th birthday, her dad gave her a surprise when she came back from school.

"I've put post-it notes all over the house. Each one has a clue on where the next is hidden. Find the blue one."

With that she set off around their 5 bedroom house, spending half an hour scratching her head on where the next post-it could be.

At last she looked behind the ladder to the attic, and sure enough, a bright blue post-it note was there, as if it was waiting for her.

A huge grin broke out on the girls face. She did it! She found the blue post-it! She was bound to get praised for this!

But, the post-it had a lengthy, wordy paragraph on it.

Baffled, she started to read it.

"Saskia, we love you, sweetie..." it was her mother's handwriting. But she wasn't home yet.

"You're probably a bit confused. Don't worry, I'll be coming home a bit late and I was really bummed out I couldn't see you earlier on your big day:( " Saskia giggled at the word 'bummed' immaturely.