I groan as the doorbell rings and Panda King shouts at me to check who it is. Does he not have any mercy for an injured person? Stumbling off the sofa, I limp towards the front door. Slowly, I walk down the front driveway and open the front gates. I should have known when I accidentally broke that glass cup this morning that it was an ill omen. From the other side of the gates, the familiar dark haired Mrs King stares at me. Her brown eyes scrutinise me from head to toe making me feel nervous. "Welcome Mrs King." I smile anxiously, gesturing for her to enter. She smiles at me but it doesn't reach her eyes. Is something wrong? My brain mentally assesses the situation and I realise what is wrong here. Last time Mr and Mrs King visited, I was a female with long hair and was the girlfriend of their only son. Now, I am "Tin" and probably look like a ma
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