Fanny Wong: When “F” means Freaky (1)
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All characters and events in this story — even those based on real people — are entirely fictional. All voices are impersonated… poorly in your head. The following story may contain disgusting or explicit ideas and due to its content it should not be read by anyone. |
Hello, my name is Fanny. When I was four years old, my mother sent me to a special school. She always said that I am a special child. Her angel from heaven. Me being a special kid was permanently confirmed when my teacher also told me that I am a very special kid.
When I was five, my dad gave me a Walkman for Christmas. I picked up singing almost instantly when he put on the Barney sing-along tape. Since then, I’d never left my walkman alone. I have the ability to sing it all out and loud. I have talent. My teacher said so. She said I sing like an angel. When my teacher said that… I knew that I am really the angle of music. Like my mother said, I’m godsent from the heavens.
I sang in the school. I sang in the school bus. I sang in the school toilet. I sang everywhere I went. I am the angel of music. I was the most special one among the special children in the special school.
I had my first boyfriend when I was eight. His name was Ken. My dad brought him back on the night of my birthday. Ken and I blew out the candles together after my parents and I sang the Birthday song. It was such a wonderful night with Ken. He had a sweet voice and his eyes were captivating.
Mum said boys and girls should not sleep together. So I would sing and play with Ken after school and I would just send Ken home at night. I swear we never had anything special until…