This, my friends, is the story of a girl who doesnt know who she is. A girl, who wants to spill everything she has held inside of her for so long. It all begins on a windy day in mid- October. A lady walks into a hospital with a pregnant belly. She has been running all over town, doing errands for her husband and siblings. "You won't listen to us. You arent leaving here without a baby," the doctor says in a cold, monotone voice. "A baby? No..no no. I have so much work left to do. Cant you just wait until the due date," she replies nervously. "No," the dreaded answer. Her baby girl is to be named Marie. Little does the unsuspecting mother know while looking at her baby, that little Marie will have had one abusive step mother, a wonderful current step mother, an amazing father, and a very complex life all by the time she is five. Little does the mother know, that she wont be any ppart of that future. Marie's mother and father can't quiet seem to get along, and so they get a divorce. Marie already has an older sister from her father's previous marriage.
*flash forward to when Marie is 7 years old*
It is now little Marie's first day of Kindergarten, and she is terrified. What if her teacher is mean? What if she doesnt get along with the other children? Oh well.. Marie shrugs it off and bounces into the classroom. She wanders around for a moment, looking for her name tag. She sits across from a beautiful girl with long almost black hair.
Marie sees that this girl's name is Gabrielle. Marie decides to wave at Gabrielle, who waves back shyly. She looks around and spots a boy and looks at his name card. Troye. Marie waves at him as well. He waves back happily. Eventually, the teacher, a short and round woman, intrduces herself as Mrs. Basley. "Hi Mrs. Basley," rings out from every chichild in the room, except Marie, who is too concerned with the other children in her class. The teacher hands out a colouring page to everyone in the room, and then sits down at her desk and calls out to the class, "There are crayons and coloured pencils under your desk." Eventually, the bell rings for the class to be dismissed to recess.
"Hello," says the short and slightly chubby boy named Troye. He has dark brown hair and eyes to match. Gabrielle walks up and mumbles a small hello. She is short and very skinny. Our three small friends chat untill the end of recess, and time to go back to class. The teacher groups them off into five small groups of about three or four and puts them into different stations. Numbers. Letters. Writing. Spelling simple words.
And finally, the bell rings and the three musketeers find each other once more and walk to lunch in line with the other children. These three sit together, and so it will be the rest of the year. Eventually, another bell rings and they go back to class, back to the stations. Before the children realize it, the bell telling everyone to go home finally rings.