A spy named Tullulah

Chapter 3

This may come as a surprise but before I was put into care I lived with a really, really famous and rich family. I didn't know them very well so it's not as if I miss them. I mean I was only two at the time. Infact the opposite is true. I hate them. I hate them with all my heart! I mean they put me up for adoption and for what! Just because I didn't quite fit the typical superstar image. I suppose I should explain. Ok here goes.

On the 23rd of November 2003 in Saint Mary's Royal hospital I was born to Mr and Mrs Twyckenham-Smyth. You could say that I wasn't quite what they expected. What they wanted was a gorgeous non-crying, beautiful, blond, blue eyed baby. Who they could lovingly dress in pink frilly dresses and then cruise of on tropical island holidays while the baby waited longingly for her not so loving parents to return. But then of course they'd expect all the child to do was say "I do hope you had a nice holiday mother, father" I guess I'm lucky I never even got to that stage.

Instead of the beautiful baby of their dreams what they got was me. With my odd ginger hair sticking out in all the wrong places and my honey coloured eyes (which to be honest I quite like) staring strangely at them with a quizzical look. Let's just say they were not best pleased.

The only reason they kept me as long as they did was because they had tried numerous times to dye the little hair I had to a beautiful blond colour. Of course it didn't work because if you didn't already know ginger hair is impossible to permanently dye another colour if you don't at first bleach it. If the hairdressers who were paid millions to attempt and fail at dyeing my baby hair weren't uncomfortable then they must well have been uncomfortable enough to refuse to both bleach and then have to dye my hair because  that was one of the reasons in the letter they bothered to write why they were giving me up. Huh it would  have just all fallen out anyway.

Then three years later they had finally had enough of me and gave me to "The home for unfortunate children."I know such a cheerful name. A year later once I was four a kind couple called Mr and Mrs Whittaker came in to the children's home and instantly fell in love with me. That was the day my whole life changed. Things were finally looking up for Tullulah Whittaker.