A/N Sorry if Opal is a little OOC at the end. Short chapters too. But no flamers!!
I swing my red chair around and around. I love my life. It’s perfect.
My hair flies out behind me. I’m playing my favourite game, the one where I rule the world. Mummy says I’m only 6, and should be like ‘normal’ little girls-want a human doll, and all that other silly stuff. I do love those dolls, but only because I can play wars with them. Daddy says I’m perfect as I am. He says when I’m grown up he’ll give me whatever I want. I want Earth, above and below.