I disguised myself as my twin brother to get revenge on his friend Jack for publicly humiliating me. I wore my brother’s clothes and a wig. I also practiced his walk and voice. That day, nothing could stop me. Accept one small detail. It was a little girl who destroyed everything in a second.
My name is Sara and my everyday life involves nurturing little ones, teaching them the basics, and ensuring they feel loved and safe.
I have a twin brother, Michael, who is my rock. We are close, and he always has my back, especially when things get tough.
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That morning, I adjusted my pink scarf, and hummed a little tune, trying to calm my nerves.
“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”
It was a habit I couldn’t shake when things felt off.
Stepping outside, I bumped into Michael and his friend Jack at the daycare entrance. Jack held the hand of his little sister, Sue.
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Seeing Jack always made my heart skip a beat. I liked him, but today, I wished I could disappear.
“Morning, sis!” Michael greeted cheerfully.
“Morning.”
Jack’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
“So, Sara, you work here, right?” he asked, glancing at the kindergarten sign.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
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“Uh, yeah… but not really. I mean, I don’t work directly with the kids. Just administrative stuff.”
Michael shifted uncomfortably beside me, eyes downcast. He let out a small, awkward chuckle but didn’t say anything to contradict me.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s not what I heard.”
Later that day, during class, my worst fear came true. Jack walked in with Sue and the daycare director.
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The director said, “This is Sue, our new group mate.”
Jack loudly said,
“Well, look who it is! I thought you were too good to be dealing with kids, Sara. Or do you just pretend to care while slacking off in the back?”
Jack’s words stung like a slap. Tears welled up in my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to hold them back.
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“It’s a misunderstanding,” I said, my voice trembling. “I thought you meant the primary school nearby.”
I excused myself and rushed to the restroom, where I broke down, crying bitterly. The humiliation was unbearable. On my way home, I vented to Michael.
“How could he say that? He made me look like a fool!”
“Jack’s a good guy, Sara. Maybe you overreacted.”
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But I didn’t want to hear it. I had a desire to get back at Jack, to show him he couldn’t just walk all over me. I needed to learn more about him and find his weaknesses.
And I had the perfect plan in mind.
***
The next day, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I had a plan, and it was going to involve a bit of deception.
I started by rummaging through my brother Michael’s closet.
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“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here,” I muttered to myself. “Hmm, this could work.”
I pulled out a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and a cap.
“Perfect!”
Standing in front of the mirror, I tried on different combinations until found the perfect look.
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“Just need to tuck this hair back… there we go.”
I tied my hair back tightly and tucked it under the cap.
“Now, the wig.”
I put on a wig, which matched Michael’s hair color perfectly.
“Wow, this is looking pretty good,” I said, feeling a bit more confident.
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“Almost there… Just need to nail his mannerisms.”
I practiced in front of the mirror, imitating Michael’s walk and gestures.
“Hey, Jack, what’s up?” I said, trying to match my brother’s tone. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Alright, Sara,” I whispered to myself. “You’ve got this.”
I secretly took Michael’s phone and arranged a meeting with Jack, pretending to be my brother. My hands trembled as I typed out the message.
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“Okay, deep breath. No turning back now,” I told myself.
Jack responded quickly, suggesting that we meet at his sister’s birthday party. I sighed in relief.
“Phew, that was easier than I thought.”
I typed back, “Sure, sounds great. See you there!”
I had set the plan in motion, and there was no turning back now.
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***
The day of the birthday party arrived, and my nerves were through the roof. I double-checked my disguise: jeans, hoodie, cap, wig, and makeup. I even practiced Michael’s walk and voice one last time.
“You’ve got this, Sara,” I whispered. “Just stay calm.”
Jack’s yard was decorated with balloons and streamers, and children’s laughter filled the air. I walked towards the entrance.
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Jack greeted me with a big smile.
“Hey, Mike! Glad you could make it!”
“Hey, Jack,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Every step I took felt like I was walking on a tightrope. I tried to mimic Michael’s confident stride, keeping my shoulders back and my head high.
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Speaking in his voice was challenging, but I managed to keep my tone steady and low, just like him.
The party was in full swing. I noticed Sue sitting at a table, surrounded by presents. She looked so happy, and it made me smile despite my anxiety.
Jack was incredible with Sue.
He tied ribbons in her hair, fed her cake, and made sure she was having a great time. I couldn’t help but admire how devoted he was to his sister.
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“Wow, Jack,” I said, trying to sound like Michael. “You’re really good with her.”
“She’s my world, Mike. I just want her to be happy. After Mom died, it’s been up to me to take care of her. Dad’s always on the road, so all the household responsibilities fall on me. I had to become both her mother and her friend.”
His words hit me hard. Here I was, pretending to be someone else to get revenge, while Jack was genuinely caring and loving.
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Guilt gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. Suddenly, Sue came running over.
“Mike, Mike!” she called, her little face lighting up with excitement.
“What’s up, birthday girl?” I asked, crouching down to her level.
“Can we play a game? Pleeeease?”
“Of course!”
We gathered a group of kids and started playing. I forgot about my disguise and just enjoyed the game.
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But then, it happened.
As the music stopped and the kids scrambled for chairs, Sue’s eyes widened.
“Miss Collins?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Uh, what do you mean, Sue?” I stammered, trying to keep my cool.
She giggled, reaching for my cap.
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“It’s you, isn’t it? You’re my teacher, Sara!”
In one swift motion, she pulled off my cap and the wig with it. The world seemed to slow down as everyone around me froze, their eyes locked on me.
Jack’s expression shifted from confusion to shock.
“Sara?” he said, disbelief in his voice. “What are you doing here?”
I stood there, completely humiliated.
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“I… I can explain,” I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper.
Just then, Michael walked into the yard, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.
“Sara, what’s going on?” he asked, looking between me and Jack.
Before I could answer, Jack let out a laugh.
“She’s just a party entertainer, right? This is all part of the act, isn’t it?”
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His tone was laced with sarcasm, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“No, Jack, it’s not,” I admitted, my voice trembling.
“I… I was trying to get back at you for what you said at the daycare.”
Jack’s jaw tightened.
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“So, you decided to deceive everyone? To pretend to be your brother?”
Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt my lower lip quiver.
“I didn’t know what else to do. You made me feel so small.”
The party had fallen silent, everyone watching our exchange. I felt like the ground could swallow me whole.
Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“We need to talk, Sara. But not here.”
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I felt a surge of panic. Without another word, I turned and ran.
I could hear Michael calling after me, but I couldn’t stop. I sprinted across the yard, my legs feeling like they were moving through molasses.
My wig fell off, landing on the grass, but I didn’t look back. I needed to get away, to escape.
My disguise was gone, my secret exposed, and I didn’t know how to face any of them.
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***
All weekend, I couldn’t stop thinking about the disastrous birthday party. The thought of facing everyone again made me want to crawl under a rock and never come out.
Monday morning arrived too quickly. It was time to go back to work.
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my pink scarf and trying to steady my trembling hands.
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Michael knocked on my bedroom door and poked his head in.
“Hey, Sara,” he said softly, stepping into the room. “I know you’re feeling down, but it’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t know, Mike. I made such a fool of myself.”
“Everyone makes mistakes, Sara. It’s normal. And trust me, soon enough, you’ll be laughing about this with everyone else.”
“Thanks, Mike. I hope you’re right.”
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With his words in mind, I gathered my courage and headed to the daycare. The walk felt longer than usual, and I had to take deep breaths to keep from turning back.
As I walked into the classroom, I felt eyes on me. The children seemed to be whispering and glancing my way. I forced a smile and greeted everyone as normally as I could.
Later that day, Sue approached me. Her innocent eyes looked up at me with concern.
“Miss Collins, are you okay?”
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I knelt to her level, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“I’m fine, Sue. Don’t worry about me.”
Sue reached out and hugged me.
“It’s okay. Jack said you were just confused. He said you just played a game.”
I hugged her back. “Thank you, Sue.”
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***
In the evening, I saw Jack walking towards the daycare. When he entered, he gave me a small, apologetic smile.
“Hey, Sara,” he said quietly. “Can we talk?”
I nodded, my stomach twisting in knots. We stepped outside, away from the curious eyes of the children and parents.
“I was hurt by what you said at the daycare,” I began, my voice shaking slightly.
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“Your comment was a bit harsh, even though there was some truth to it. I was ashamed of my job. But you helped me realize its value. Now, I’m proud of what I do. I know I always have little fans who look up to me and rely on me.”
Jack sighed, looking genuinely remorseful.
“I’m sorry, Sara. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I think you’re a wonderful person. Michael talks about you all the time, and I’d love to get to know you better.”
A smile spread across my face, relief washing over me.
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“Really? I’d like that too.”
Jack grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
“But, how about we make sure the next time we meet, it’s without the wig?”
I laughed, the tension melting away.
“Deal.”
Just then, Sue ran up to us, her face beaming with excitement.
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“Jack, Miss Collins, can we go get ice cream together this weekend?”
Jack and I exchanged a glance, both smiling.
“Sure, why not?” Jack said, ruffling Sue’s hair.
As we made plans for the weekend, I felt a sense of relief and hope. Maybe this was the start of a new understanding between us.
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