I am adored. I am seven years old, with six older brothers wrapped around my finger. I don't really have friends, although my siblings and I have been thrown together with people from time to time and told to play with them while the grown-ups talk. None of these people have been any kind of fun, though. For some strange reason, they all seem to be the boring, cautious type - and we're talking about people not much older than ME.

And I live. I enjoy being something of a princess. I defy expectations. I even help the twins with a plan. I regret doing that. I start being ordinary. I live