Here is my view on Carla's childhood. I have never been sure if Carla's brother was older or younger than her so in this fic I have made him younger to help with the storyline. As there has been other fics in this topic I apoligise in advance if I have accidentally copied storylines because I really don't mean to. Also I've never written in 1st person before. Sorry for any typos/grammatic mistakes.

17th Novemeber

When I was younger I thought my life was just like in a fairy tale, it would be bad at first but then a handsome prince would come and we would live happily ever after, like something in a storybook. Then I grew up and realised that fairy tales aren't real and the only way that the bad things would stop would be if I change and get myself out before it was too late. Not that it's gonna be easy.

I live on a estate of council flats in the roughest area of Manchester. To put it simply you only live here if you have to. If you can do anything for yourself that was on the right side of the law then you get out as soon as possible, no questions asked and no looking back. But with a druggie mother, a alocholic non-existant father and off the rails brother this is easier said then done. Let me give you a brief family runthrough:

Dad - Alocholic wife beater, took off when I was 7 after knocking up a 17 year old on some other estate never to be seen or heard of since.

Mum - druggie. Plain and simple. Me and my brother weren't planned, only discovered at the point of no return. For some reason she thinks that it's my fault I'm an accident, something she frequently reminds me of. Lovely woman.

Darren - younger brother, 6 years old. One of the only things I've got left to live for really. Technically only my half brother but that doesn't matter to me.

Carla - that's me. 16, not on something, not pregnant/don't have kids. Modern day miracle on this estate.

I was given this notebook at school after being the group that did the best project in my business studies class, everyone got one as a prize. Pretty naff really considering that they are just old six form planners that weren't used at the beginning of this year. Still, rather than use this paper to pass notes with (already got a notebook for that) I might as well write down what my life is like now so I'll have something to read when I'm old and moldy and have nothing to do.

I haven't got many friends but I don't mind. We all stick up for each other. There's the 3 Connors, Michelle, Liam and Paul. Firstly Michelle, 16, bit of a slag but a sweetie really. Liam, 17, still acts like a naughty school boy which can be annoying at times but hes alright. Finally Paul, 18, my boyfriend, can be a bit off a tosser but still love him. They're really more like family to me than Darren but thier parents don't approve of me. They live on one of the newer housing estates on the other side of Manchester after they emmigrated from Ireland. Apperantly I'm a bad influence because of where I live. There's also Susie who lives a few floors down from me, her mothers alright as well so if I can't find a meal then I go round there. And Dean, Michelle's boyfriend and Liam's mate, he seems a nice enough guy but he's got a reputation as a bit of a womanizer who sleeps with anything with a pulse but he and Michelle are cute together and Dean knows that if he hurt Michelle in anyway that Liam and Paul would beat him to a plup.

And that is basically a summary of my happy go fucky life, and since not much happened today then that's all I can be bothered to write.

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