My name is Rosaline Singh and I'm an orphan.
I was abandoned in an orphanage ruled by a local mob when I was 2 years old.
They never quite told me why, since my biological mother gave quite a hefty sum of money so no records would stay. I know that since the caretakers would keep me well-fed and with good clothes... For a while.
After two years they noticed how my mother didn't come back for me, and neither did my father search for me, so they stopped caring for my well-being.
Most of the other kids already hated me at this point so they would point and mock, the little brats.
My days from then on were filled with bruises and scolding, the bruises went mostly to places where they wouldn't be noticed. If not the caretakers would scold the other kids.
That was a lesson they learned quickly enough, and since I had been well fed early they didn't care if I ate well at this point.
It was... Normal. For me, it was average at best. I could read fairy tales and watch TV in the evenings even, so I could see how everyone else lived their lives.
That was my first contact with the world of Magical Girls and their bright and shining world. That was the first time I noticed how...Dull my own world was.
A shabby bed ruined toys and dirty teddy bears.
Looking back at it from an outsider's perspective it really looked awful. But it was the Magic on the TV that changed all.
You see, the other girls imitated their dance and poses but none tried to imitate their attitude.
That was how I decided to try and imitate their cheerful personality and their bright smiles.
Even if my world was tainted in gray and black tones... Maybe if I smiled and acted as brightly as possible then something would change.
Under that belief, I continued living my life.
Nothing really changed. I smiled while they mocked me. I smiled while they hit me. I smiled while they threw my stuff in the mud under the rain. I smiled while they took my food and clothes away.
Under all of it, the only thing that never changed was my smile.
Like that, I perfected my new self. The bright and cheerful girl with a golden smile that would melt your heart.
This lasted almost three years, then somehow a family stumbled into the orphanage searching for a girl to adopt.
They had just lost their only daughter and wanted a new one to raise. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't give a kid to someone like that right?
Well, this wasn't a normal orphanage, so I was sold to them as their new child.
The family was okay even and lucky enough most of the clothes their deceased child used fit me well enough. Funnily enough, the kid also loved magical girls.
So my current love for them was even better. The only thing that changed for me was that I didn't get hit anymore and I could eat to my fill.
Like this, I spent the rest of my childhood and most of my early teen years.
Until one day in school, they tried testing us to see if we were apt for either Hero or Magical Training.
And lo and behold. I had an affinity for magic.
Most of the girls in my 'Friend group' shrieked like they were going to be the new magical girls.
And of course, I was the one that shrieked the hardest and in the lowest possible tone achievable for mankind. To be honest at this point that was the real magic.
