Prologue

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Everyone thinks I'm insane. I guess they have their reason to, after all I'm 12 and in Croxford Mental Hospital. But really, they're the ones who are crazy, I mean they can't see it when people are clearly standing right in front of them. You see, I'm very polite so I start up conversations with these poor, ignored people, hoping to break the tension. But all that earns me from the rude people are stares and whispers of disgust. Seriously, adults say us children need manners but they don't have the guts to start up conversations... such hypocrites. Anyway at least the other "patients" (yes we're called that, like we're the ill ones) don't think I'm insane, they call me the sweetest little poppet to walk the earth. But my personal "nurse" (again with these crazy names) is a real rude cow, bossing me around, snapping at me to stop talking to myself (when I'm clearly talking with my parents) and forcing me to take the most disgusting medicine, like I'm sick or something... Geez, I hope I don't ever become an adult.

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