I gently flip each page of my old notebook, the scenes sprinting through my mind, each detail a fantasy.

 I was born so special, so delicate, so babyish, bah. Each baby was born like that, and I was a nobody. 

My name's Eilis, and this is my story.

At five, a pet went into my life, which gave me good morals, which was just a turtle.

Tilly was special. She mastered each command given like a dog, and would race to me happily on our bungalow driveway as I came home from kindergarten each day. As I grew, for five years, she accompanied me.

In kindergarten two I brought her for show and tell, and my friends marvelled at her . The teacher allowed me to take her to school daily, for she was , too, marvelled. I beamed proudly.

In primary one, Tilly urged me on to walk into the school, talk to a complete stranger and be friends. "Mistress, I've done a good thing today. I ate all my veggies :D" Tilly would say with her eyes.

When I was primary four, Tilly died. She was abused by a group of boys one day as they jabbed her with sticks. I fell to my knees and cried at her "coffin", a shoebox, and said, " Tilly, love of my life, I shall avenge your death."

That's when one of the boys' pets died of abuse. "Served you right. You abused my turtle" I said.But all along I was not the culprit.

When she died, Tilly layed a batch of eggs. They were then incubated and Tilly "reincarnated". 

My friend, gone, back again.