"Well?" I asked."Go on, it's not us doing the forfeit!" Linda replied. "Sure?" I checked."Yes", replied Linda taking my hand. It was a strange exhilar...ting experience walking towards the stage, hot hand in hot hand, the audience's eyes fixed on us and applause. From beside the stage another muscled gold short clad man, pulled back a curtain revealing a selection of padded chairs tables and what could only be described as a sets of stocks from the middle ages. Each piece had a number on it and. Stubs of brown and gray hair were noticeable though, and Ivy took note of that as she reached over her dad to snatch a piece of toast. “You’re getting old, daddy,” she giggled, running her hand across his rough head and spinning to exit the kitchen.“Wait one minute, young lady,” her mother called out, much to Ivy’s distress. “Toast is not going to get you through the day! Come sit down and have some rice before you go!”Ivy let out an exaggerated sigh, having had expected the reaction from her. She was willing and able to satisfy us both, but Angie was on my mind 24/7. I kept thinking how much greater my vacation would have been if she was in Cabo San Lucas with me.I sent her a few text messages and several pictures. She didn't respond. Every day I sent her a picture and a note saying, "Wish you were here." I received nothing from her until the last day. It only said, "We need to talk." My heart dropped. I knew it wasn't going to be a good thing.When I got back home, it didn't go. All this made me a bit of a target for bullyingand these incidents only made matters worse for my mother.After a particularly serious bullying incident she had an idea. She ranit by the head mistress at her school and whilst unusual she agreed inprinciple.One Friday night my mother broached the idea with me. I was rathertaken aback but could see the overall benefits.I would dress as a girl and become Priya Mistery. This would mean theextra journeys to and from school would stop, the travel.