OnceUponAFairytale
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Hello! So my name is Charlotte and I am 13, turning 14 in September. I live in the UK about an hours drive from London in the suburbs I guess. My school is not only the 3rd biggest in Great Britain but is also the chaviest place on Earth. By chavvy I mean your sterotypical gim-chewing, tracksuit-wearing, greasy haired, smoking teenager who feels the need to claim to having sex an average of 30 times per minute. I am definitely big on boybands but I am not keen on One Direction. The Wanted are my favourites alongside a barely known undiscovered talent called District3. Finally, I love books so much in particularly anything John Green. The Fault in Our Stars basically may as well have made me weep blood. I love talking to some of you so go ahead, I don't bite!
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the
cutest thing
a boy can say to his
girlfriend
is "the next girl i will love
on this
earth will be
our
daughter♥"
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I am not fine.
I need a hug.
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I need a hug.
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Listening to the same song,
a million
times.
+ i love you♥.
I
never saw that Witty had chat?
Someone talk to me!
PLEASE!
Someone talk to me!
PLEASE!
Hey.
I don't reckon anyone will read this, but I just need to tell someone, everything. I guess the beginnings a good place to start? Honestly, my story is no where near tragic, I know I'm really lucky and I am truly grateful, but nothing prepared me for what would happen. I'm a 12 year old girl, I live in Lightwater and I am in year 7. I think when I was four I moved from Twickenham to here, and I've been here since. My first friend when I moved to the area and joined pre school (like kindergarten) was a boy called Stanley Brooks. We were basically inseperable. My mum knew no one in the area, but she and Stan's mum got along like a house on fire, they became so, so close. Stan had a little sister called Madeline, but he couldn't say her name so since then she's been called by her middle name Betsy. Stan and I moved up to reception and I remember Keely (his mum) giving birth to a beautiful baby girl Scarlett. They all became my second family, Stan and I would see eachother in school, of course, but we saw eachother every moment after school as well. We grew up together, despite being in the same class from Reception to year 6 once, I saw more of him than any other child in my school. He knew me so well, well basically I used to be angry a fair bit of the time, and had tantrums, which unluckily Keely got the brunt of, which I have apologised over and over for. Stan had seen my worst and my best, which was why we were both delighted to be put int he same class at our first year of secondary, year 7. He had always been a favourite with the girls and I swear I cn hand on heart say I've never liked him in that way. As we joined year seven, eight or nine months ago now, I met these two amaing, beautiful girls called Saffron and Beth. They mean the world to me, and Stan and Saffron have been out a couple of times. Okay, so in January this year I overheard my mum on the phone to Keely, and my brother Jamie, same age as Betsy, says to me; "Are the Brook's moving to America?" I shook my head, I'd heard the conversation good as he had, but mum walked in and sat down. "Simon has been offered a job interveiw in New York." Then and there my world flashed before me, they couldn't. I spoke to Stan the very night, and he has just been told too. We both cried, this couldn't be happening. It wasn't for definate, he wasn't moving yet as Simon (his dad) hadn't even had the interveiw. Stan and I were sworn to secrecy then, we couldn't tell anyone so we only had eachother to talk to about it. I cried myself to sleep every single night until I managed to stop, because I convinced myself he wouldn't get the job. I think it was around April time when I got off my bus and walked to Stan's house instead of my own, as told by my mum, and they were all sat round the table. "He got the job." I was speechless, but I held back the tears, I was just as close to Betsy as I was to Stan, she was my little sister. The subdued silence that followed those words was dreadful, I looked from Keely to Stan to Scarlett to Betsy, and finally to Simon. This was my family, they were everything to me. As time went on it finally got out, and the time Stan and I had left was taken up by all the other people that cared about him at school, but no one would know what I went through. While all this was going on, I liked this one boy called Cameron. He has dispraxia, a dad who hits him and friends who put peer pressure on him. Yeah I know maybe I shouldn't have fallen for him but I couldn't help it. He liked Saffron, but I was there for him just as much as I was for Stan, until one day when I came out of Maths and Stan called me over to him, he told me Cameron liked me and I couldnt help but smile. A week later Cameron's dad hit him, and he ran away. I knew he had done it before, but I just cried. His sister Immi helped me find him down a motorway and we got him home safely. A couple of weeks before Stan left, on June 2nd, we had our very first argument. i don't even know what it was or why, but I remember sat outside English in pieces. I was crying my eyes out but i pulled myself together and went into class. Thank god we resolved things, but that night I did cut myself. I am ashamed, I should be so thankful for everything but I couldn't bear the thought that in a few weeks I'd be losing my best friend. The day came, 1st June, and I got Stan's bus and went to where he was staying, because he had already moved out of his house. We had such a good day, but the time came to say our goodbyes. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't think in a million years that this would happen so I wasn't ready, Keely took me in her arms and held me for a few minutes, whispering to me about how I had to stay in contact, and about visiting, and how much she loved me. I cried my eyes out into her chest, and eventually let go. I turned to Betsy and put on a smile, which was soon broken as we cried in eachothers arms, "I love you Charlotte" She whispered. Stan was stood behind him. I couldn't even- I ran into his arms and cried so hard until I had no voice. It was aweful, that moment in his arms. I picked Scarlett up and spun her around, then we left. That was it, the last time I would see them in months, maybe years. I walked home with my mum and brother, with tears in my eyes. That was 22 days ago. I've cut again a couple of times since then, and Cameron's helped me through it. Thanks if you did read this, but idm if you didn't, I just needed to tell someone.
I don't reckon anyone will read this, but I just need to tell someone, everything. I guess the beginnings a good place to start? Honestly, my story is no where near tragic, I know I'm really lucky and I am truly grateful, but nothing prepared me for what would happen. I'm a 12 year old girl, I live in Lightwater and I am in year 7. I think when I was four I moved from Twickenham to here, and I've been here since. My first friend when I moved to the area and joined pre school (like kindergarten) was a boy called Stanley Brooks. We were basically inseperable. My mum knew no one in the area, but she and Stan's mum got along like a house on fire, they became so, so close. Stan had a little sister called Madeline, but he couldn't say her name so since then she's been called by her middle name Betsy. Stan and I moved up to reception and I remember Keely (his mum) giving birth to a beautiful baby girl Scarlett. They all became my second family, Stan and I would see eachother in school, of course, but we saw eachother every moment after school as well. We grew up together, despite being in the same class from Reception to year 6 once, I saw more of him than any other child in my school. He knew me so well, well basically I used to be angry a fair bit of the time, and had tantrums, which unluckily Keely got the brunt of, which I have apologised over and over for. Stan had seen my worst and my best, which was why we were both delighted to be put int he same class at our first year of secondary, year 7. He had always been a favourite with the girls and I swear I cn hand on heart say I've never liked him in that way. As we joined year seven, eight or nine months ago now, I met these two amaing, beautiful girls called Saffron and Beth. They mean the world to me, and Stan and Saffron have been out a couple of times. Okay, so in January this year I overheard my mum on the phone to Keely, and my brother Jamie, same age as Betsy, says to me; "Are the Brook's moving to America?" I shook my head, I'd heard the conversation good as he had, but mum walked in and sat down. "Simon has been offered a job interveiw in New York." Then and there my world flashed before me, they couldn't. I spoke to Stan the very night, and he has just been told too. We both cried, this couldn't be happening. It wasn't for definate, he wasn't moving yet as Simon (his dad) hadn't even had the interveiw. Stan and I were sworn to secrecy then, we couldn't tell anyone so we only had eachother to talk to about it. I cried myself to sleep every single night until I managed to stop, because I convinced myself he wouldn't get the job. I think it was around April time when I got off my bus and walked to Stan's house instead of my own, as told by my mum, and they were all sat round the table. "He got the job." I was speechless, but I held back the tears, I was just as close to Betsy as I was to Stan, she was my little sister. The subdued silence that followed those words was dreadful, I looked from Keely to Stan to Scarlett to Betsy, and finally to Simon. This was my family, they were everything to me. As time went on it finally got out, and the time Stan and I had left was taken up by all the other people that cared about him at school, but no one would know what I went through. While all this was going on, I liked this one boy called Cameron. He has dispraxia, a dad who hits him and friends who put peer pressure on him. Yeah I know maybe I shouldn't have fallen for him but I couldn't help it. He liked Saffron, but I was there for him just as much as I was for Stan, until one day when I came out of Maths and Stan called me over to him, he told me Cameron liked me and I couldnt help but smile. A week later Cameron's dad hit him, and he ran away. I knew he had done it before, but I just cried. His sister Immi helped me find him down a motorway and we got him home safely. A couple of weeks before Stan left, on June 2nd, we had our very first argument. i don't even know what it was or why, but I remember sat outside English in pieces. I was crying my eyes out but i pulled myself together and went into class. Thank god we resolved things, but that night I did cut myself. I am ashamed, I should be so thankful for everything but I couldn't bear the thought that in a few weeks I'd be losing my best friend. The day came, 1st June, and I got Stan's bus and went to where he was staying, because he had already moved out of his house. We had such a good day, but the time came to say our goodbyes. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't think in a million years that this would happen so I wasn't ready, Keely took me in her arms and held me for a few minutes, whispering to me about how I had to stay in contact, and about visiting, and how much she loved me. I cried my eyes out into her chest, and eventually let go. I turned to Betsy and put on a smile, which was soon broken as we cried in eachothers arms, "I love you Charlotte" She whispered. Stan was stood behind him. I couldn't even- I ran into his arms and cried so hard until I had no voice. It was aweful, that moment in his arms. I picked Scarlett up and spun her around, then we left. That was it, the last time I would see them in months, maybe years. I walked home with my mum and brother, with tears in my eyes. That was 22 days ago. I've cut again a couple of times since then, and Cameron's helped me through it. Thanks if you did read this, but idm if you didn't, I just needed to tell someone.
It's
o k a
y
to ask for
help.
Ek is lief vir jou!
Te dua!
Afekrishalehou!
Ohiboke (m to f),
Nohiboka (f to m, or m to m)
Yes kez si'rumem!
Maite zaitut!
Ami tomake bahlobashi!
Volim te!
Obicham te!
T'estimo!
Mi aime jou!
Volim te!
Miluji tev!
Jeg elsker dig!
Ik hou van je!
Mi amas vin!
Mina armastan sind!
Tora dost daram!
Iniibig kita!
(Mä) rakastan sua!
Je t'aime!
Ik hald fan dei!
Querote!
Ich liebe dich!
S'ayapo!
Hoon tane pyar karoochhoon!
tane chaahuN chhuN!
Aloha wau ia 'oe!
Anee ohev otakh (m to f),
Anee ohevet otkha (f to m),
Anee ohev otkha (m to m),
Anee ohevet otakh (f to f)
Mai tumase pyar karata hun
(m to f),
Mai tumase pyar karati hun (f to m)
Szeretlek!
Eg elska thig!
Saya cinta padamu!
t'a gr'a agam dhuit!
Ti amo!
Kimi o ai shiteru!
Dangsinul saranghee yo!
Te amo!
Es tevi milu!
As tave myliu!
Saya cintamu!
Wo ai ni!
Yokwe Yuk!
Jeg e
lsker deg!
Kocham ciebie!
Eu te amo!
Te iubesc!
Ya tyebya lyublyu!
twayi snihyaami Volim te! Kiyahurata!
Lubim ta!
Ljubim te!
Te amo!
Nakupenda!
Jag älskar dig!
Mahal kita!
Phom rug khun (Male speaker)
Chan rug khun (Female speaker)
Seni seviyorum!
Ya tebe kokhayu!
Main tumse muhabbat karta hoon!
Anh yeu em (m to f),
Em yeu an (f to m)
Rwy'n dy garu di!
Kh'hob dikh lib!
Ngiyakuthanda!
I love you!♥
Te dua!
Afekrishalehou!
Ohiboke (m to f),
Nohiboka (f to m, or m to m)
Yes kez si'rumem!
Maite zaitut!
Ami tomake bahlobashi!
Volim te!
Obicham te!
T'estimo!
Mi aime jou!
Volim te!
Miluji tev!
Jeg elsker dig!
Ik hou van je!
Mi amas vin!
Mina armastan sind!
Tora dost daram!
Iniibig kita!
(Mä) rakastan sua!
Je t'aime!
Ik hald fan dei!
Querote!
Ich liebe dich!
S'ayapo!
Hoon tane pyar karoochhoon!
tane chaahuN chhuN!
Aloha wau ia 'oe!
Anee ohev otakh (m to f),
Anee ohevet otkha (f to m),
Anee ohev otkha (m to m),
Anee ohevet otakh (f to f)
Mai tumase pyar karata hun
(m to f),
Mai tumase pyar karati hun (f to m)
Szeretlek!
Eg elska thig!
Saya cinta padamu!
t'a gr'a agam dhuit!
Ti amo!
Kimi o ai shiteru!
Dangsinul saranghee yo!
Te amo!
Es tevi milu!
As tave myliu!
Saya cintamu!
Wo ai ni!
Yokwe Yuk!
Jeg e
lsker deg!
Kocham ciebie!
Eu te amo!
Te iubesc!
Ya tyebya lyublyu!
twayi snihyaami Volim te! Kiyahurata!
Lubim ta!
Ljubim te!
Te amo!
Nakupenda!
Jag älskar dig!
Mahal kita!
Phom rug khun (Male speaker)
Chan rug khun (Female speaker)
Seni seviyorum!
Ya tebe kokhayu!
Main tumse muhabbat karta hoon!
Anh yeu em (m to f),
Em yeu an (f to m)
Rwy'n dy garu di!
Kh'hob dikh lib!
Ngiyakuthanda!
I love you!♥
Oh i swear to ya
i'll be there for ya.
-Train.