Okay, talk,” I said, once we were seated. “I wanna hear the whole story of how you went from Baby Brannick to Grace-Oh, wow.” I turned and looked at Mom. “Mercer is just a made-up name, isn’t it? You’re Grace Brannick.”
Mom looked a little embarrassed. “The night I ran away, the car that picked me up was a Mercedes. When the driver asked me my name, I…improvised.”
Names are just words. I know that. But learning that the last name I’d used all my life was fake…
“So what should I call myself, then?” I asked. “Sophie Atherton? Sophie Brannick?” Both sounded weird and made me feel like I was wearing clothes that didn’t fit.
Mom smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. “You can call yourself whatever you want.”
“Okay. Sophie Awesome Sparkle-Princess it is.

Auteur: Rachel Hawkins

Okay, talk,” I said, once we were seated. “I wanna hear the whole story of how you went from Baby Brannick to Grace-Oh, wow.” I turned and looked at Mom. “Mercer is just a made-up name, isn’t it? You’re Grace Brannick.”<br />Mom looked a little embarrassed. “The night I ran away, the car that picked me up was a Mercedes. When the driver asked me my name, I…improvised.”<br />Names are just words. I know that. But learning that the last name I’d used all my life was fake…<br />“So what should I call myself, then?” I asked. “Sophie Atherton? Sophie Brannick?” Both sounded weird and made me feel like I was wearing clothes that didn’t fit.<br />Mom smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. “You can call yourself whatever you want.”<br />“Okay. Sophie Awesome Sparkle-Princess it is. - Rachel Hawkins




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