Sticks and Stones

Chapter 1

My last name's stone, like the rock. My first name's Fleur, it's French for flower. I quite like the name, I don't know why my parents called me that, and I guess I never will. I don't know my parents, I never met them. I've always lived with a lovely couple who couldn't have children, but sadly they passed away last spring so I'm kind of alone now. At least they left me their house, which is the biggest I'm going to get, I think.

Seeing as I'm all alone living in a house smaller than my shoe and I have nothing much to do these days, I got a bus ride to the local park. For some reason it's just too far away to actually walk to so you have to get the bus.

You might be thinking that I would be getting the bus to school and back, but no. In my town there is no school, everyone's homeschooled by tutors who've actually been taught by proper teachers, even though mine never comes any more. Our town is very weird, I don't know why people even live here - that's how weird it is.

The house next door to where I live is definitely much bigger than mine. I have no idea why. You'd think it'd be the same size as mine, small like all the other houses down my ongoing street.

I never see any of my neighbours, maybe once a week I see a couple of people wandering around but I never see my next door neighbour go in or out of their house.

What I would really like is to be living in a normal home, in a normal town, where everyone just walks in an out of their houses like normal people and everything is just normal.