You’d killed yourself, well so people thought, you’d written the letters, gone to do it, and chickened out whilst stood on the bridge, no one knew though, everyone, your family, your friends, and your boyfriend, Liam, thought you were gone, police had given up searching for your body, and that just left you, alone, so you did the next best thing, started life again, as a new person.

It was a Monday, you’d dyed your beautiful blonde hair a deep red colour, covered your bright blue eyes with brown contacts, and removed your glasses, no one would know. You had no one, somehow you managed to enrol in your old school, all of them, everyone thinking you were dead.

You walk into the class, head down, skirt rolled, tights, black air forces, no tie, and a black hoodie covering your uniform, skirt only just peaking out from underneath, the hood over your head, you’d been put in your old class, at least you could still see your boyfriend, even if he didn’t know it was you.

The teacher introduces you as Lacie, no one could know you were Grace, and no one would, you looked nothing like her, anymore.

You go take your seat, at a table by yourself, where the teacher had pointed you too.