Matilda

PROLOUGE

“Remember Matilda,” Her mother held Matilda’s cheeks in between her hands. “Nothing is as it seems. The good ones might not be as good as you once thought, and the bad ones might not be as bad as you once thought.”

Matilda was five at the time, and her memory of this conversation had been locked at the back of her head. She didn’t understand what her mother had been talking about. The world she was living in was colourful and bright. Lots of colours, and unicorns did exist.

“But you are a good person, mommy.” Matilda’s mother had smiled at her daughter, the bad world they were living in hadn’t affected her yet, but it would. Matilda’s rainbow world would be destroyed when she got older, and she would have to fight for her life to get justice.