Skittles POV
It took everything in me not to let the tears roll down my cheeks, as I was handed over my old cut, my old life, my horrid life, and took the new cut, the one that held hope for a better future. That gesture filled me with so much hope that my nightmare life was over, and I was glad that my brother had done all this for me. For us, he had planned it and kept it quiet, even though I didn't get wind of his organising. At work, they never hinted at my moving. Normally, when someone leaves, they give a party, but there was none of that because they didn't want Mother and her followers to hear about it, because someone would have told her, I can't sneeze without that dragon hearing about it. Now I can sneeze, dance around naked, scream at the top of my lungs, and she's not nearby
