“Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to Leslie, Happy Birthday to you…” I watched them as they happily clapped and sang, i feigned a smile, it wasn’t my birthday, I wasn’t even Leslie, but I doubt they knew though. My actual birthday September 16, was slowly becoming a distant memory, the only thing I remember about that day was that it was the day my parents were killed, 12 years ago, the day i became Leslie. I shut off the memories, afraid that if I kept thinking about it, I would be discovered, I couldn’t though, I had to be Leslie Donovan, Atleast until I got my revenge…I had to be…