Secret Identity

Secret Identity

  • WpView
    Reads 2,514
  • WpVote
    Votes 103
  • WpPart
    Parts 10
WpMetadataReadOngoing1h 3m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Oct 6, 2016
Once I wake up in the morning, I take a nice bath, comb my hair, blow dry it then tie it up. Pin it down then put a wig on. A wig with long flowy blonde hair. It was the opposite of how my hair normally is. But that was the point. It had to be different. Because people weren't supposed to know who I was. I was undercover.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • My Demon Mate (BoyxBoy)
  • Scars and sadness
  • A Story Of Change
  • They Always Said I Was One of the Boys
  • A New Start
  • As I Awake.
  • Soaring

I knew I was a freak, I'm weird not stupid - even if I did act like it half the time. It wasn’t normal to be like me, to be afraid of things everyone loves, needs to survive even. I had always been afraid of it for some reason, among other things of course; I would rather die than have to face my fear. Everyone knew it but no one cared though did they? I was just another stupid kid in this stupid foster home. Another stupid kid that had been ‘dumped’ and no one wanted. At least, that's what I thought.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines