This story is far more, personal to me.
 
 

I woke up that day, feeling confiedent about myself, like I never did before. I need to tell someone the birth of Innocence, 'cause we can make you feel on top of the world, like music and drama that I have in this story, just listen.
I'm not like the other girls. I, myself have a secret that I can't tell, anyone yet. Just bare with me, I have the egde to succed, like the others.
Never trust anyone that doesn't even recognizes you for, who you really are. Remember me, remember what I did to, make you understand, please.

"Fantasia, just come as yourself to school, not Jasmina," said Mom.
"No," I argued, "they don't even know me, but they know, Jasmina."
"Fine," she agreed.

I smiled.

"Now, walk to school," she demanded.
"Sure!" I said.

After breakfast, me and my sister, Joyce, both walked to school, 'cause it was that close in Europe, compared to America. Love it or hate it, we both got there easily. Of course, it was that close. Oh, sorry. If I'm rubbing it in, but that's how I do it around here. Joyce walked around the curve, 'cause that's where her school is. I continued walking, but I got stopped by a classmate of mine.

"Hey," said Keane.
"Hey," I replied.
"So, where's Fantasia?" asked Keane.
"Ok, after the eleventh person, I've told the secret to, your the one that forgets about the secret thing," I said to him.
"I know, but your Jasmina now," he layed it off gentaly, "no one's looking good," he swivaled his bag onto his leg, opened it, placed the wig in his bag, then closes it.
"Let's go," I said, walking off.

He swivaled his bag onto his back, then follows me, to school.

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When we both arrived, our friends waited for us. They all looked so egar to see us, before winter break starts. Bernadette ran to me, followed by Sheridan, then Kelly.

"Hey, Asia," yelled Gareth.
"Hey, Gaza," I yelled back.
"Gaza, mate. What's up?" said Keane.
"I'm good," replied Gareth.
"Wowza, that's nice," I joked.
"Ha," breathed Keane.
"Asshole, your not Kayne West," I said.
"I'm not," he said, in his sad voice.
"Yes, now I'm not gonna tell you to shut up," I said, making some ground rules.
"--If you don't shut up, your out, brother," added Bernadette.
"Yep, babe," agreed Sheridan.

The bell rang, we all ran to our form rooms. Bardging the new comers to the ground, like we own the place. It was a laugh, but I can't tell them now, no it will hurt them, bad. No, I can't, I mustn't. Ok, let's play the game, before they figure out. The game that I'm playing. Ms Johnsons has always been our form room teacher ever since, year 6. Crazy, but true. It took her 10 minutes, just to take the register, then it's free time.

"Fantasia can I talk to you outside," said Ms Johnsons.
"Yeah, sure," I smiled.

I got up of my chair and walked to towards, Ms Johnsons. Me and Ms Johnsons walked out of the classroom, and the faces of my classmates looked so terrifing. Even my friends, we're shocked. Ms Johnsons wasn't mad at me, but she looks like she wanted, tell me something really important.

"So, I heard that you know, upcoming teen sensation, Jasmina Santos, right?" said Ms Johnsons.
"Yes, I do," I replied, "but what the heck? Does that mean, anyways?"
"It means that you invite, Jasmina over for a concert," she said, looking like she wanted to hear, Jasmina sing a song.
"Sure, I'll do what I can, to get her here," I accepted the invitation.