“Once there was a young girl,” Anastasia wrote, “who had had, in her short life of twelve years, to say goodbye many times. Her grandmother had died.
And her goldfish had been flushed down the toilet and was irretrievable even though plumbers had been
called. But one day, she had to say
goodbye to the house she had lived in all her life … Also, it became complicated, because at the same time she had to adjust to a new
house. This young girl was not a very adjustable person.” Everything is going wrong for Anastasia now that she’s twelve.
She’s taller than everyone in her class, her hair is always oily and, worst
of all, Anastasia’s family are moving house.
But is it really the end of life as she knows it, or just the beginning of a