Life story of Maddie Fenton, chapter 1

Once, there was a little girl that was packing her stuff. Her parents told her, that they should move into a new place. The little girl didn't wanted to, since the little girl had friends… well, only one friend, but still a friend. Maybe not a human, that could answer your questions, but a horse. At least, it was still a friend to the little girl. Maybe not their horse, so she could fit, ride or just play with, it were the neighbors, but still a friend. She had a lovely forest all around her house and fields and she felt happy here. The little girl didn't want to move into the city. But the parents got new jobs, and little girl didn't want to complain about it. The little girl just packs her stuff in silence. Little girl were named Madeline. Madeline is me.

Well, it started that I was at the school. I was never asked if I wanted to play by the other kids. Only some few times. "Do you want to play dolls with me Madeline?" But there I just regretted. "Dolls are boring… can't we play that we are ghosts?" All the girls though I were strange, and maybe I was. I wasn't the type that wanted to play dolls. "Do you want to play with the jump rope?" One once asked me. That's where the chances started. I said yes, because I thought it looked funny, all the time I had watched from the bench. So I joined them, fearless. The first of the girls weren't that good and fast get mad when they failed, because then it should be the next person's turn. They wanted to stay there for long, shine and rule the jumping rope. The next ones were better thought. Then it was my turn…

I jumped, and jumped, and jumped. I had never been good at playing with dolls, but this found me easy and fun! "Can't you make yourself a bit bad, so we can have a chance Madeline?" But I couldn't. I wanted to, but I had always learned to do my best, and that's what I did. "That's not fair, we want to try too!" And they started to make it faster, but I just jumped. I jumped in my own world, only thinking about 1, 2, jump, 1, 2, jump! In the end they started to get very mad, and swung the rope faster and faster. It started to be very harsh, and I could feel that my shoes were started to attack my feet. I suddenly felled out of my counting world. "Not so fast!" I complained, but they just stayed swinging the rope. "Then you shouldn't have swank with your stupid talent redhead!" My legs started to hurt and as every other child, I didn't want to play it anymore if it hurt. "Okay, I'll stop now if you just stop the rope." But they were probably still mad at me for 'swanking', and didn't want to stop. I just keep jumping. "Stop, it isn't funny anymore!" I complained again, but no one listen. At last I couldn't make myself jump anymore, and I chose to stand still. Unfortunately they swung so fast, that when the rope struck my leg, I felled forward and my nose was the first thing that landed at the ground. The school bells rang, and everyone ran inside. I was lying at the ground, crying because of my bleeding nose. But no one did hear, or wanted to care. In the end I walked into the classroom. I didn't face the teacher, and he shouted at me for coming so late, and hit my cheek. Then he suddenly shuttered, as he looked at his bloody hand. "Sorry… but I think I broke my nose Mr. Dawn…"

"The doctor said that your nose maybe would tilt slightly upwards." I tried to smile proud to my daddy. All I ever wanted thought, was to make him and my mom proud of me, and I learned it helped to act proud too. "It doesn't matter daddy, so long it's only for some weeks." I giggled to them. Then they looked at each other, and it all became quiet. At least he sighed. Sighed on that way I knew, that this what he were going to say, never would never going to be good. "It's would also be a bit tilt after it healed Madeline…" I looked into my dad's eyes. I have never understand, how he could get purple eyes… but I had inherited them anyway. I just found them a bit unreal. Sometimes I wondered, if he maybe were from outer space or something. My mom stood up beside my dad. She was always so positive. Even there, she just smiled and patted my head. "But it's only going to be a little bit honey. And I think it would look charming at you!" My dad nodded. "Yeah, you mom is right, it's only a little bit. No one would probably even see it. And no one will know how your nose normally looked like…" I tilted my head. "Looked..?" Then my parents told we should move into the city. My face became pale.