It feels like I’m in a fairytale, running over the grass with my bare feet, the dress floating around me with a wild flare. My hands start to shake as I can’t hurry enough to get to them. So I use my powers and sweep myself over the ground at a high speed in the short space until I’m standing behind the circle. Heads turn to me in slow motion. I grit my teeth, remembering how different I look. I nervously swipe a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Rose?” It’s dad. He walks up to me, with a frown on his face. “Is that you?” He makes sure.
I want to laugh at his awe-laugh at his awe-struck face.
“Yes.” I say, throwing my hands in the air, as if I’m obvious. But I know the feeling, cause when I looked in the mirror, I also didn’t recognise myself either.
“What the-” Bulky states unbelie
