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A/N: I tried writing after my Creative Writing class and I don’t know if I wrote this good hahahaha.I ask forgiveness to thee if I have any grammatical errors and such. English language isn’t my first language in the first place. (don’t be a waste to cyberspace anyway lol) Last, resemblance to any works is purely coincidental.
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I remember my mom once told me that whatever happens or what challenges come in your way, never give up. She also told me that there is no such thing as easy as 1, 2, and 3, you have to go through pain or difficulties in order to succeed. Little did I know, she didn’t meant it that way. Never had she meant about life challenges but about her world.
She made me go to school. At 10, a boy, my classmate, poked my chest and told me it’s flat. Back then, I know nothing about what he’s talking about. They call me pancake without knowing why. When I turned 11, my classmate poked it again, he called it tits and asked me when will I ever grow one just like the girls he saw in movies. I’m just there staring at him blankly. I really don’t know what he’s talking about.
At 12, my mom told me I have to quit school because she can’t finance it already. I told her I can sell flowers or bottled water on the street and help for my education but she refused. She told me it is not worth it. I just conceded to her decision and stayed at home. By then, I noticed the red stain on my undie. I thought I’m going to die. Out of fear, I cried out for my mother to attend me and in a zap she went inside the bathroom and hushed me.
“It’s normal my little one, don’t be afraid. No need to worry, momma’s here.” She said and hugged me. With such great hug, it brought me ecstacy.
I’m not going to school anymore but learning didn’t stop. My mom built a little school at home, wherein she is the teacher and I’m the student. She taught me Biology focusing on Reproductive System. I have my notebook and pen, I wrote everything she’s teaching. Every word that passes through her mouth made me adore her and wonder why did she let me go to school when she can teach me this at home? But does it matter? What’s important right now is the knowledge she’s giving me.
Just like in school, I have graded recitations and for every correct answer I’ll get to have a treat. It’s yummy so I do my best to get all questions correct. Sometimes, mom would confuse me but my eyes are on the prize so it wont work. I also took quizzes and mom was very happy whenever I get a perfect score. After the quiz, she always compliment me how bright student I was.
I learned about breast but my mom prefers calling it tits, shet told me that I have a vagina but it’s more appropriate to call it pussy. She also taught me about a guy’s penis that must be called dick or shaft or length. Honestly, I don’t know what to call them best because I wasn’t really paying attention when momma introduced it. All I know is that when it is touched by a pretty girl just like me, my mom said that, it gets hard. In addition to that, mom said it can be played just like a joystick.
I just noticed my mom is just teaching the same thing over and over again then I asked her, “Mom I already know about tits, pussy, and dick. Is there more to learn?” There, she taught me about sex. She told me it is just like a game. I even clapped my hands out of excitement because I like games. I like playing. I know I’ll be good at it.
But before that, she told me I need to memorize the handouts. I took it from here and scan through it. It was a compilation of different pictures of a boy and a girl. I don’t know what they’re doing but mother said it is the game itself. I just stared at every picture. It looks fun I told myself. Look at how the boy carries the girl as if she is a wheelbarrow. I wanna try it! Let’s start the game mom! “You have to memorize first before we continue with the game sweetie.” I memorized and asked when are we going to try this momma.
“soon my daughter, very soon.”
At the age of 13, the game has started. Teaching while playing is a fun way to learn and I must admit I learned a lot. My mom raises a picture and I just have to tell what is it. I thought we’re going to try what’s on the handout but sadly we didn’t. Not until a boy of my age came to our sweet home.
“My daughter, I want you to meet your classmate. He’ll be with us until he became as brilliant as you. Please be nice to him okay?”