I think my mother knew I wasn't going to be 'all right' or a 'lovely young girl' when I was born, you see that is when it all went wrong. My birthday, 9:30 18th of December, 2001.
"Would you like some toast," an extremely high pitched blond haired nurse asked my mum. I had been pulled out 30 minuets earlier and was currently laying in my exhausted mothers arms.
"Maybe a cup of tea as well?" The nurse left with her high heels and ruby lipstick. we lay there 15 minuets or so, before the fire-alarm went off. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Everyone was rapidly ushered out of the hospital, me included, by worried nurses. when the intolerable noise was finally extinguished, we were sent inside. soon the nurse came in, she held a tray of marmalade, burnt toast and tea. She was an apple red shade of red.
"Sorry, I burnt the toast."
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FanfictionThe story of a book obsessed girl. I wrote this cause Rainbow Rowell got it all wrong.
