Linette, make your wish...
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Background
Linette had never had any excitement in her life; she was always in the background, never really there. Sure she had friends, sure she had family, but the one thing she didn’t have, was control over her own life. Her parents told her what to wear, what to eat and drink, even what to believe in. She had grown up the perfect child, polite, honest, and trustworthy; really what every parent wants his/her child to be like. She went to church every Sunday with her parents, she was never late or absent to school. Sure she had her own thoughts, but no one ever heard them. In fact, outside of home, she never even spoke one word. No one actually thought that she could speak.
So, her life went on. Day by day, week by week. And that brings us to the current day, her birthday, April 15th, 2246.
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