I decided to stick the backstories of my characters on the book blog because only a few of the parts of the character’s backgrounds will actually affect or appear in the story.

Lilian was a normal child. She had everything she ever wanted, except two things; friends, and the attention of her parents. Her parents worked a lot to bring about the mild wealth of the family, so without anyone else to spend time with it was only likely that she spent most of her time just thinking to herself. She developed a habit of staring into mirrors; “Not because she was vain, but because it always made her feel more calm and relaxed, as if she were talking to her opposite self.” She had always wanted to do something to benefit others, but the reason why was never explained in the book. I always imagined it this way;

I walked down to breakfast by myself, just like every day. Mum and Dad had already headed off to work. It’s not ‘cos I don’t get up early. I wake up at 6:30 every day, I just don’t leave the room ‘cos I don’t wanna see Mum and Dad go out of the door. You might think I’d always want to watch them leave so I could see as much of them as I could. I did used to do that, but every time I saw them leave I got a huge shiver up my spine and I suddenly felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. So I stopped. They only come home at 6:00, so I hardly ever see them.

  Anyway, I came down to the kitchen and sat down at the table. My cereal was laid out for me. I gulped it down as fast as I could and then ran upstairs as fast as I could. The house is pretty big, but I don’t like it at all. It makes me feel so small and lonely. The only rooms I like are my room and the upstairs lounge. When we first moved in my parents let me choose my room, and I chose the smallest room; I like it being small, because it makes me feel less little and like I take up more space… like I’m more important. I like the upstairs lounge ‘cos it has a window seat behind the curtain. I like to lie there and close the curtain and stare out at the rest of the town. That’s what I did.

  I stared down into the town square and saw something. It was two boys fighting. I don’t know why, but I suddenly jumped up and bolted downstairs. I skidded out the front door, down the lane and round the block to the square. I saw them, still right behind my house. I sprinted over, right between them and gave them both a shove. “STOP! PLEASE!” I yelled. All of us stopped, panting. The two boys straightened up silently. Then, without saying anything, one of them hit me hard on my chest. I staggered and fell backwards, curled on the ground. They both walked away. I lay there, frozen. It didn’t hurt my body. It hurt me. I lay there shaking for about five minutes. That’s when I realised I wanted to improve the world, because even the people who try to help get hurt and that’s not right. Nothing’s right.