Polly’s room lit up in the shades of the morning sun. Rays slanted through her translucent curtains and fell across the posters taped to her walls, most of them featuring Twinkles the Unicorn from Fluffy Friends Funhouse. Ever since what had happened at her aunt’s house years ago, Polly had been terrified of losing the very essence of who she was. That was why a large framed photograph of herself stood beside her rickety old bed — braces, gap teeth, contact lenses and all. Proof that she was still Polly.
That morning, her foot accidentally knocked the frame off the side table.
Clatter.
Polly jolted awake.
“Oh no — my picture!”
The frame lay shattered on the floor, glass splintered around the smiling version of herself trapped inside the photograph. Tears burned her eyes instantly.
Just then, her mother stepped into the room.
“Polly dear, what happened? Oh… the picture broke.” She sighed softly. “It’s okay. We’ll fix it.”
To most people, it would have been nothing. But Polly’s anxiety made tiny losses feel enormous.
Her mother smiled suddenly. “You know what today is, right?”
Polly sniffed. “What?”
“You got selected for the Fluffy Friends Funhouse live stage show! Sweetie, you’re a star now!”
“REALLY?!”
The sadness vanished immediately.
Even though the show was meant for little kids, it had always been Polly’s escape whenever she felt lonely or invisible. And Twinkles had always been her favourite character. She had survived exhausting auditions just to get a role.
Within minutes, she was downstairs gulping cereal straight from the bowl while stuffing spare clothes into a duffel bag.
“Don’t eat so fast!” her mother called after her.
But Polly was already running out the door.
