I admit I've never been a very social child, and it's not because my parents treated me awful, though they could've done better, it's because I chose not to be.
Making friends had its value for me from kindergarten to third grade but after that I saw no real reason to keep trying. I knew I wasn't like the other kids and it bothered me, though I didn't say anything. Years came and went and I sort of wilted on the inside, containing a secret that slowly ate away at my soul.
Why I really ran away from home I don't think I'll ever know but I did it, and don't regret it all the same. I left in my favorite pink play dress, the one mother never let me go out in. I ran until dusk when I hid in the garden of certain house some miles from my own in Norway. That's how I met my new guardian, a wise old lady I'd soon call grandmother as though I had done it all my life.
Turns out she really was a grandmother. Her grandson, Luke, was about four years or so younger then me, I hadn't met him yet, during that time I was hiding out at grandma's summer house in England. But I would meet him, soon enough. I believed fate wanted it to be so.
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Her Ultimate Goal
FanfictionWhen he moved in with his grandmother, Luke thought he'd be alone but was proven wrong. Agatha, an runaway albino female, has been hiding out at the old woman's house in England for five years. A bit antisocial, she learns to trust Luke and tell him...
