I know what I did was wrong. But I did it. I just couldn’t stop myself. It started small but ended big. There was just no point with my fight. No one noticed anyway.
I’m now going to tell you the sad story of my life. I have lately realized my life doesn’t mean anything to anyone.
My name is Selma, and no one cares.
I was born the 24 may 1995. I was a happy baby and I was always smiling and laughing. Everyone loved to come over for a visit and play with me. I slept through the nights so my parents weren’t tired all the time. They kept up with my high speed all day long.
At the age of one had I quite much blond hair. I had blue and shining eyes. I could walk, run, dance and I could say many words. I still had my bubbly personality and fought that absolute everything was funny.
When I was five, my hair started to change. It grew fast and it became darker and darker. Finally it was dark brown. My parents found that weird because no one in my family had ever had dark hair. But it wasn’t only my hair that was changing, my personality follow fast. I started to push away all my friends. I cried a lot, I didn’t want to play with anyone. People who came over to meet me got disappointed when I refused to even say hello. My parents fought that this were my reaction from getting a little brother. They fought I wanted more attention. They were tired now, because my brother, David, was up all night screaming.
Two years later, when I was seven, a third child came, Emma. Of some reason it made me even more reserved. Now I didn’t meet any friends, because I didn’t any left. I was in my room all the time. Mostly I read books. I flew from my world in to someone else’s. I didn’t eat much at all. I went to school every day but I never raised my hand and I never made friends. This continued until I was ten.
Four weeks after my birthday it happened, she happened. It was a sunny day it all started. I went to school as usual. I had my dark brown hair in a ponytail. I had black tights and a black and pink tunic. My backpack was quite heavy because I had around four tick books in it. It was “Huckleberry Finns adventure”, “Gulliver’s travels”, “The three musketeers” and “Oliver Twist”. You see, at this point I was working my way through classic books. I didn’t take home any schoolbooks because I never worked in them anyway.
