My Name Is Alice

PREFACE

What if I am over 300 years old? What if I'm not normal at all and only have spoken to dead people most of my life? Can you, the person I am telling my life to, can you imagine it? Sit back and just think about it for a moment or two.

My name is Alice Cecilia, and I am 368 years old, I live on a shunned island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. No, I am not a vampire, nor am I any mythical creature to make me live so long. It is simply that I sleep for a weeks at a time. Of course I age but at the moment, I feel young. In five days, I'll feel tired, and I will sleep.

So, why am I living on a shunned island and why have I been since my age of five? My family, whom I remember vaguely, were a wealthy, well-known kind of family. They were all very fond of their own talents; my older sister and younger sisters, which have names but I shall not point them out, they both were brags for their love in piano playing. I also enjoy that but it isn't what I preferred. My older brother, who is of named Samuel we shall say, he loved politics in front of our parents but enjoyed animals most. I love animals also but that's not my expertise. So what would I do on a Saturday afternoon while my siblings were out and about? I would be playing with children my own age in the backyard, up in my room, or out in public. The reason my family disliked this so much though, was because they could not see any of my friends. Later, my lovely friends told me the reason.

They are dead and I am psychic.