"Now Michael, are you ready? "Asked the teacher. Michael looked up confused then tried to hide his previous expression. "If you had five biscuits and Gilly asked you for two of them, how many biscuits would you have left?". Michael sat, thinking for a moment. Then he smiled and said "Five. Gingerbread is already a biscuit so that makes her greedy. I don't share biscuits with greedy people cos then they'd eat all of mine." He grinned smugly at the look on the teacher and mouthed the word greedy to me. I was tempted to point out that his maths was wrong, if I was already a biscuit (which I wasn't) then taking two of his biscuits would mean we ended up with and equal number, and anyway, I hadn't asked for any biscuits. But I was two late. If I hated the teacher calling me Gilly I hated being called gingerbread even more. And that was the beginning of the bullying

My name is Gillian Bread and I am not seven anymore. I am not meant to go to school. I am not living with my family. I am confused and I am alone. I still have one friend. My sister Iva. She still lives with our parents because she is pretty much ten years younger than me. But really, we seem to feel the same kind of age. Every morning, she comes round to my house and I take her to school. I watch her emerald Green eyes dart around, looking for her friends, and her jet Black hair bounce around her shoulders as she runs off in their direction.

Today, she put on a dungarees for school. She completed the look with a hair band and I wished I was still small enough to wear it so I could show my non existent friends tomorrow. Did I mention she wears the same outfit for a week then pretty much never again? Well that's what she does and I've become pretty good at guessing what comes next. It's probably some kind of crop top with a cute cat on it with some kind of weird pun like cat-itude. Oh and in bright neon pink. But yeah. That's my sister! I watched as she smiled at me and called out "Love you sis!" Then I waited. And then followed her in.

When I was younger, I only had one friend. I'll tell you about her in another chapter. But now the only people I know from my days at school are Michael and the other bullies. I guess I should tell you about them but why would I want to when I could tell you about Iva attempting to adopt a stray cat. You have to feel sorry for our mum and dad. We can be some very strange kids sometimes!

But I guess we're all little strange kids inside.

Maybe you really want to collect toys for the rest of your life.
Maybe you just want a paddling pool like you had when you were two.
Maybe you want to build a den at work or school.

Or maybe you want to adopt every stray you ever see our have seen.

Or maybe -just maybe- you want to stay ten years old forever and stay at school til someone kicks you out.

And maybe you can't help it, can't grow up.

And maybe I'm talking about me.

A/N Hey guys Thank you so so soo much if you have read this and didn't find out a waste of time! This chapter is actually dedicated to two people: littlemissyashy and Booksarelife2904 The first was the very first person to read this story and the latter was the creator of the character Iva. I have two more characters created by friends who are also on wattpad that I can't wait to introduce to you! If you want to create a character, I will add some bios to the next author's note for you to use if you want. Please vote and comment because I love getting feedback even if it's because you hate the book. You probably won't read all of this but if you have, thank you! ♥♥♥