My heart is pounding. My hand is slipping from the door handle. I take control and step outside. Everyone staring at me. I turned around to get back into the car but my dad instantly drives off. As if he knows what I was thinking. Oh my lord...What am I going to do. My hands are trembling as I start to walk to class. I already know my way around school, I came here in the holidays for a private tour. The bell rings and everyone goes back to class. Oh.. Thank God. Was there something on my face...my teeth! I carry on waling as if nothing happened.
I am so confused. I heard girls talking about me, well.. not exactly, they said Jemma...But close enough right. Or did they say Emma?
First on my timetable...Registration. Registration? They didn't have that at my old school. RM01. Well it must be important. I start walking. I get to RM01. It's a decent room. Quiet. No - one must be here yet. I find a space, at the back of the class. A few seconds later people come in.
OH......MY........GOD......!
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It's Not Me
Teen FictionHow could it be? Two identical strangers. One of them is famous. One of isn't.
