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    Masked façade – (Chapter: The Carlin's)

    When you take your first step out of an airplane and into the airport, it’s usually the best feeling in the world. Well…for me it usually is. Usually when I go on a plane, it’s because I’m going on vacation, or going to perform somewhere. Not this time though. I’m dreading the fact that I basically have to start my life all over again, make new friends, try to fit in, and be a completely different person then who I was born as.

     

    "Are you Ashley Davies?" a brunette in her late twenties asked. She actually looked kinda cute, but not really my type.

     

    "Yeah. You must be Kyla Woods."

     

    "Yup, that’s me. Alright, so Rico gave me specific instructions for you," she said as we walked to the baggage claim. "He said to make sure you don’t take any music classes because people might recognize your voice, and to make sure you blend in well with all the other students. I know it might be difficult, but I’ll always try to help you."

     

    "Thanks," I said as I grabbed the lasts of my bags and walked towards the exit. "So what are the people like here in Ohio?" I asked

     

    "Let’s just say they are the more spoiled bunch even though they live in the country," she said with a smirk.

     

    x~o~x~o~x~o

     

    I remember the first time I felt socially unaccepted somewhere. I was 9 years old and it was my first day in an after school art class I begged Christine and my dad to go to. After long hours, days, and weeks of begging, they finally gave in. I remember feeling so excited to go because I wanted to pursue an art career. As soon as I entered the class, I took an open seat and pulled out my construction paper and paint. Little did I know, the class was with middle schoolers that didn’t enjoy the art of finger painting. For an entire month, I would sit in the back corner by myself in silence as I watched the older kids sketch, and paint with acrylics

     

    I haven’t felt that feeling since I was 9 years old; until now. I am currently standing in front of around twenty seniors who are staring at me because I’m the ‘new kid.’ "Please introduce yourself," the teacher said.

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    1. Finally Ash moved to Ohio. It must be hard to start a new life again and be a totally different person. But I hope she would fit in sooner or later. And now she’s met Spencer. And Alex doesn’t seem that bad. Really love this story. please pms.

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