MYSTY
The following days were ordinary. I thank the heavens because Martin didn’t mention one bit about that woman who shall not be named forever.
I suddenly wanted to change my name to something else because it was evident that my name was a murdered version of her identity.
What could my new name be? Rose like the flower, Rosé like the wine, and a vocalist from the K-pop girl group, BlackPink?
Did I look like a Jennie or a Wendy? Or a Tiffany or a Minzy? Why would I name myself after a K-pop Idol?
Or I could be fast and efficient and change my name from Mysty to Misty. My mind wandered again because I needed to distract myself so I couldn’t think of my biological mother.
Good thing; my day was packed; my classmates from Class E and I were heading to the largest animal shelter
