I wished

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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