Can Felicity stay disguised?
Real But Fake
“You have such a stupid name! Sarah! I mean, even Mary even has a better name than you.” Judith bellowed. I wrote down more in my diary, ignoring the rude comments. I picked up my six-hundred and twenty three page book (about disguises) and ran out the classroom. It was like every other day at school. Break-horrible. Lessons-horrible. Every school-related thing-horrible. As I ran out of the school, they threw freezing snowballs at my back. They melted and left a slimy trail of frost down my back. I wanted it to be over. But it couldn’t, could it...?
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