I guess I’m supposed to present myself. We’re not in a detective book or all this stuff where we know the name at the last page.
So I’m called Alex. Yeah, I’m a girl but if you’re a boy and you’re actually reading this book, just imagine I’m a boy too or whatever. I’m 13 and a half, turning 14 in November. I have one brother and obviously two parents. Bet it sounds like an answer to a ‘present yourself’ in an English test. Anyway, I think it’s still better to have a kind of boring presentation rather than nothing, when later you’ll see “Alex” and start wondering who is this girl.
I live in Brittany, basically a region of France where it rains ¾ of the year. I go to school and I’m in a special section where you have more hours of English and things like English literature or English history. That’s why I can speak at least “correct English”.
This is just a model presentation of a girl whose life is ordinary.
But I’m not normal. I could be a normal teenager, with a teenager life and everything. I'm not. Out of thousands of people, of course they thought I would be the one that would cope with this the most easily, so now my days are counted before my eyes shut off for ever.