the least serious of all my proper books. it exists simply to harbour and try to trigger writing finness and inspiration! if there's lots of SPaG errors, I apologise. my laptop (and grammarly) still aren't back yet, and so I've been writing this mostly on my phone while on the bus to school 😭 it's set during the events of The Story of Tracy Beaker, which is a show I've recently got really invested in. I don't know why, but I started using my more detailed writing style for this out the blue, so it might be a bit wordy and sad Also, the version of ME in this story is how I am now, but if my younger self reflected that. So it's me if I was diagnosed, me if I had no siblings and me if I'd been supported 😋 I haven't reached the point that reflects the really bright sparky side of me yet. I'm still in my quiet, awkward stage, but we'll get over that... maybe. If I ever actually put time into this again 🙃...
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