I was a calm collected, and over all an easy baby. That's what my mother all ways told me. I never questioned more than that, my childhood was wierd enough already, it didn't need anymore crazy scence's added in, to this already choc a bloc movie, called my life.
From a very young age, you could tell that I was different. The fact that I talked to myself, alone than I did to other children was one of them. My playgroup was a large building that once had a large fire 100 years before, I looked up the building's history when I was older, just to understand my past better. For on my first day of, said playgroup I was marked as wierd and no one really talked to me. But I still had a friend, a friend who I met on this first day and was very close too. Her name was Agnes, and she helped me, played with me and was protective over me. As a small 3 year old girl, I did not notice or really care that no one else paid atention to her or really looked at her. One night I told my mother about Agnes, how she played with me, how she looked after me and how she told me amazing story's of planes and great noise far and wide, over the whole world. My mother asked the net day, who Agnes was, but none of the staff knew who she was, soon I was sat down and asked what she looked like and how she spoke. My answear gave such detail, that they knew I couldent really be lying. "She's very old." I said, "She has her hair tied up real tight, in a bun, and wears a long skirt, with a matching jacket, that covers a slightly frilly blouse. She allways wears stocking's with large black boots that are all laced up, and tied in bows."No one knew what to think. My older sister, who was about 12 at the time, got very upset and seemed, to get scared if the subjet was even mentioned. She spent some of her time trying to convince me that Agnes had purple hair, of course I laughed at the stupidity, Agnes didn't have purple hair, but agreed after she screamed at me for laughing.
But one day, I met a little girl, about the same age as me. We looked quite similar, apart from our eyes and height, for I had sapphire blue eyes, that were unusually thickly outlined in black, when she had large and innocent hazel eyes, I was also a few inches taller, and a little bit broader in figure. We immediatly became friends, and soon after we became friends with a very small boy who kept talking about religion.I only saw Agnes once again after that. She walked over to me with a small, yet sad smile on her face. When I asked what was wrong she only said this, "My job was to take care of you when you had no one, to look after you intill you grew up and found your own friends. The fact that I have had you for so long is quite lovely for me, but it is time for you to take your own course." I was starting to see small burn marks on her skin and clothes, "Please, just live your life well, and don't loose your way, you are destined for greatness, do not let anyone tell you other wise." And with that she turned around and started to walk off, but just as I was about to cry out, to stall her or stop her, anything just to get her back, the lights brightened, and she was gone.
I turned around and returned to my seat between Hazel and Henry, my food went untouched and my head hung low. My mother was happy to find out that I had two new friends, she then asked me about Agnes to which I replied, "She says that now that I have real friends who will be there for me, I don't need her anymore." Nothing more was ever really said on that suject, but my life got steadly more wierd from then on.