Violet did not think she would ever get used to being in Carl Johnson's body. The strangest thing was the way people looked at her. She had been so used to being an outcast at Elite Trinity Academy, and even back home she had never been all that popular. It kind of gave her the creeps a bit.
"It is like I am royalty," Violet said as the crowd parted to give her a clear path down the corridor to class.
"You are," said Tiara. "On our father's side. He is the twentieth Duke of Wellington."
Violet wrinkled up her nose. "So, should I be calling you by some fancy title?" She knew they were famous and in the gossip magazines and all that, but royalty was altogether another level.
Tiara laughed and waved her off. "Please don't," she said. "You still don't seem like Carl. You need to keep your
