i want to tell you all about Cheryl. Not the baby, the woman who Cheryl the baby was named after. Cheryl was my older brother James' best friend when he was a kid. I can remember her being very pretty and sweet but at the same time also very bad. She would pick me up from school when James couldn't be arsed, and she'd buy me a curleywurley on the way home. She used to say that i could have whatever i wanted, but i would always have a curleywurley because they were her favourite too. She bought me one almost every time without fail. Apart from once, but that's another story. She had big brown eyes and a nice laugh, and she treated me kindly and talked to me like i was a proper person, not just some kid who she probably felt sorry for. But she moved down south, and i haven't seen her for a very long time now. She probably doesn't remember me. But i remeber her, and i probably always will...
love Scarlett
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