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orlanda, to be honest, never once believed in luck.

luck was made by losers and assholes to shrug off anything bad that happens to them or anything good that happens to the winners. luck was made into this high and mighty upper power by all the dropouts of the world, when really, everything that ever happens is a result of things that happened beforehand. so when people say orlanda was lucky to be born, despite all the complications of her birth, she says fuck off, my mother didn't die in childbirth for no good reason, and eat my butt! so her mom didn't have the constitution to survive, and orlanda lived in the world with only a single father who was mourning half the time. it's just how life goes, so don't give her any luck bullshit![break][break]

she did, however, believe in action.

oh, how she wished her middle name was danger. that was her second birthday wish, the thing she thought when she blew the candles out; that when she grew up, she'd have danger as a middle name. it just sounded so cool. also very fitting, considering her tendency to get into fights with the other kids and do stupid shit to hurt herself. in hindsight, orlanda was a trashbag of a child, that much was true, but hey, she had fun doing it! for every tooth that fell out, every knee she's scraped and arm she's broken, she enjoyed herself a fair amount. and that's what really matters in childhood! hah![break][break]

school? screw school! school could go suck it!

school sucked for orlanda, man. her teachers were coffee-addicted assholes who didn't care for anything but their paycheck, and she didn't learn anything in elementary. most of the time, her dad (who was an engineer, mind you) had taught her half the stuff they were going over; math, english, science, whatever. orlanda started skipping school and faking sick days, mainly because she was sick of all the annoying brats that surrounded her. her dad, being the type of person to only show up once in a blue moon back when he was in college, only encouraged her bad habits. all the berggren family cared about was turning shit in on time and showing up before you flunked. that's all you need![break][break]

oh, right, this is pokemon. sweet!

but what was orlanda doing in her spare time, you ask? well, scratching her ass and watching cartoons, mostly. but also, she played with a ton of pokemon! seriously, learning about the world around her was way more interesting than reviewing long division for the fifteenth time. she made friends with the pokemon who lived in the river near her house, and they played with her happily. shit was lit, man! they even swam her over to a really beautiful alcove down the river, which lit up with illumise and volbeat at sunset. orlanda took it all with a smile and a grin, despite all the dirt and mud that went up to her ankles.[break][break]

FUCK HIGH SCHOOL ESPECIALLY. LITERALLY THE WORST.

dude, she absolutely abhorred high school. people were even more dumb than usual. she tried to get back into the educational groove, so to speak, but it just turned into her doing everyone's work for them while they masturbated on their phone in the corner. orlanda just started skipping school more and more, just absolutely done with everyone around her. except sally. sally was a nice person. she helped sally with her homework. ...anyways, with orlanda jumping ship more, she kept going on her nature walks, as well as explored the city. she especially loved theater hopping. so fun, it should be illegal![break][break]

i'll call this "orlanda's romantic escapades 2: electric foogaboo".

she says it's not a sequel to anything, but it just sounds cool. anyways, orlanda started going out with sally around junior year, because sally was the only one who was decent enough to garner attention. it was fun, man! they went on dates that often escalated into nearly getting arrested, and they'd always laugh it all away. the whole 'gay' thing kinda ostracized her from the rest of the school (conservatives that they all were, fuck 'em), but it's not like she cared. hell, orlanda lost her virginity to sally in senior year. but... well, ah, sally had dreams that didn't coincide with orlanda's, so they went separate ways. she's not crying. absolutely not. it was cool. no, really.[break][break]

wait, i graduated? what? uh, i guess i'll go catch pokemon.

to her honest-to-god absolute surprise and shock, orlanda somehow graduated high school. despite never being there, like, ever, she grabbed a diploma and was off into the brave new world. she didn't know what to do with herself, at that point, honestly. go be an engineer like her dad? move to another country? find sally? she was fairly conflicted about what to do for a bit, before she remembered her childhood marching along the river and finding the alcove. this was probably the biggest part of her decision to be a pokemon trainer, that feeling of adventure and satisfaction. so orlanda went for her trainer's license, caught a couple starting pokemon for herself, and went off into the world, ready to mess shit up like she always did.