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It's become a game of cat and mouse. Excellent.
I know it's risky returning here so soon, but I can't resist. This time, when I'd almost gotten caught, the exhilaration of running had made me feel alive. It's given me the same adrenaline rush people crave from roller coaster rides and daredevil sports. I love that I can wander amongst them, watch them, listen to them, instil terror in them, without any of them realising it's me who's behind it all. It's a powerful feeling.
Still, there was a moment there when I thought she'd recognised me. I'd been too wrapped up listening to them talk about the 'good old days' at Kingstown Primary I hadn't been paying enough attention. I'd been busy wondering if anyone else had connected Mishka's role in that play with her secret identity. They've forgotten how badly she'd wanted to be noticed, let alone how well she'd played Rumpel, stealing the show from snotty Isabel Liu with her charm and humour. They've forgotten how she'd picked herself up after her initial audition, just like I hope she will now. I actually feel kind of bad about what I have to do to her.
It was a mistake getting distracted, though, one that could've cost me dearly.
As I pick my way through the bush, keeping an ear on their conversation, I remind myself I'm still not in the clear. They may have already started turning on each other—now that was a delight, watching them accuse each other of my mistake—but Quinn's getting closer to the truth.
For the first time in many years, I feel free. Vincent isn't here to make my life a misery, and if I want to keep such freedom, I have to act fast.
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Call Me Rumpel
Teen Fiction"There's something I need to tell you," I say, my mouth instantly going dry. "About Call Me Rumpelstiltskin." Seventeen-year-old Mishka Winscott knows all there is to disguises. On the outside, she lives the perfect fairy tale life. No one knows abo...
