Life on the estate

Hi my names Patricia I'm 15. I live on a council estate in London and let me tell you now it's full of the kind of people you are told to avoid growing up. Everyone who lives on this estate is either a chav, dealer, druggie, in a gang or just a plain twat. Now I don't fall into any of these categories because I wasn't born and bread on or around this or the next estate; I was born in a rich neighbourhood in a big house with a really big garden. I always said 'I'd never fall in love' and that 'if I did I'd never go for a chav or someone off an estate'. Well let's just say I didn't exactly stick to what I said.

Read on to read about how two unlikely teens meet and let's just say 'shit happens'.

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Don't read this if you don't like swearing or if you can't deal with the real world.