Chapter One

May was the middle kid of the family. She was always ignored by her parents. They were so busy working on something while her siblings were just having fun playing together. But the main thing is they always left her out.

One day, they were writing stories and they decided that she would steal their stories. They didn’t allow her into the room where they were writing their stories, not even in the same room as them.

So she just wrote a story of her own, her very own story.

Chapter Two

Well, as she was writing her own story, she actually had a bit of a block. She couldn’t quite find out what’s right. She looked all around her, finding nothing in sight. But then inside, as she thought, she looked at herself and noticed she’d be the perfect main character for her story.

And in this story, the main character was a middle child who was left out of the family activities. Then who knows what happens next?

Chapter Three

Then she noticed she was living her story! She reached into her pockets to find a key, but it wasn’t there. She checked every door in the house, and then she finally found it. She put the key in and unlocked the door.

She found a giant portrait. Painters were had painted it for many years. She noticed that there was no brush for it, just the paint. She lifted up the paint palette and tried to find a brush, but she still didn’t see it. She moved her hand a lot and found there was a mysterious thing moving the paint. She didn’t need a brush, just a wave of a magical hand!

Chapter 4

Something lies behind the paint, she thought. She moved her hands and made the paint go up and down. The paint colors moved themselves on the portrait. It showed what she always wanted – peace and happiness. But she thought to herself, “Is this the only thing she ever wanted? Is this really her true wish?”

She realized her wish was not to be alone. Everybody’s left her alone most of her life. She wasn’t very popular at school and her siblings ignored her. She tried to forget it. She grabbed her book and her pencil and she started writing what she had lived. Everything was as if no one was around her.

She didn’t know what she really wanted. One of the things she wrote down is what I just said.

Find her story soon …