~Prologue~

~Prologue~

 The world is forever changing, and I always feel like I'm watching it through a pane of glass. The world can see me, and I can see the world, but I can only see; I can't touch. Maybe that's why I'm so different. Maybe.

 I remember that Momma used to say as a baby I was very subdued, very quiet, and very angelic looking. Before she died. After that, Papa got remarried, of course and I was sent to a boarding school. Needless to say Emily wasn't sent to a boarding school. Papa's favorite, his cherub. I knew why too, it was because Emily wasn't really Momma's baby. Only I knew this, and I wasn't supposed to tell a soul. But I did in spite of Papa's warnings. I told Luccietta, and I got twelve switches for it, I was seven of course.

 So now here I am counting the windows in the big dorm house, waiting for Papa, Emily, and Nancy (Papa's little new wife) to pick me up. They aren't on time as usual, and I don't care because I hate going home. Every thing is a reminder of Momma. And a reminder of Momma is a reminder that she died. The only thing I like about going home is seeing Luccietta, my best friend (even though I suffered twelve switches from telling her Emily's secret) my confidant.

 "I wish I lived a faery-tale, wish I wasn't m-e-e. Wish I lived on the clouds. Wish that I could be-e-e!" I sang, Momma made up that song when I was a little girl. Emily hated it, and I would sing it the whole long time I was there, and maybe Emily would just go away, and leave me alone. And maybe then if Emily was gone Papa would love me best, and maybe my faery-tale would come true. I heard the sound of Papa's car horn, and rushed out into the Georgian sunshine humming Momma's song quietly. Pretending she were with me, holding my hand every step of the way.