Prologue

I was 8 years old when I walked through the grand hall of my house. I held my small backpack tight in my small hands. I knew this day would come…But not this soon. I look at my dad, his green eyes fill with tears, his mouth moves: I love you. I know dad...I know that very well. My mother on the other hand was acting like she was the saddest person ever.

She never liked me. And I knew that. Though she is my mother I think she hated me from the moment I was born...She yelled at me every time, no matter what I did. But my dad always tried to cheer me up! He bought me my favorite snacks and played the knight in the stories I wrote.

'Well honey, you can always write me!' He says and held me tight against his chest. I smell his perfume…this will be the last time I probably will smell it. I looked up and saw my mother crying. But it felt so fake I didn't want to hug her. So I passed her without showing any emotion.

The door of the black car opened and I saw a blonde woman sitting inside, inviting me with her warm smile. I look at my dad once more. He is crying and my mother is smiling and waving. I wanted to scream: I will be back one day...but that would be a lie.

I stepped in the car and when the door closed I already felt homesick.

Why? Why can't I be a normal girl?