C27 FROM DUCKLING TO SWAN

Donna

As our car pulled over in the school parking lot, I squeezed my hands nervously, trying to tame my thumping heart. What if this wasn't real? What if this was just a dream and I woke up in my old body the moment I walked in through those doors?

“Aren't you coming in?” Dahlia said, leaning her head into the car, her hand resting on the open door.

“Coming,” I replied