Carmela.I wrote my name at the empty paper. This was supposed to be the test who saved my math grades. But I forgot learning, so it won't save anything at all.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. Ididn't even try to answer any questions. Why should I? Life was more than just school.

But I was pretty bored right now. So I decided to write my name once again at the page.

Carmela.What a terrible name. My parents probably couldn't decide if they wanted to name me camel or caramel. So my name happened. Or they were just drunk or on drugs. Or both.

I stood up. I just didn't care if my teacher would be upset, so I tried walking out of the room.

But Mrs. Hellaway ,our teacher, knew that I liked walking out of the room during tests and she was ready to stop me.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?". She sounded like she wanted to kill me right now and right there. But I couldn't care less.

"Mrs. Hellawy, I was just casually walking out of that room. Why are always being so rude and standing in my way. Is that even allowed?!" I asked, my face deadly serius.

"Don't speak with me like this!", hissed my teacher.

I made my way to the door, ignoring her. But then, suddenly, something terrible happened. Truly terrible. So terrible that the devil himself would be scared as fuck.

I stumpled and fell over some ugly green bag. And guess what happened then! I almost ripped off my wholr fingernail! I always wore pink nail polish with real gold pieces in it and now one of my painted nails was ripped off.

I felt a chill. Sweatdrops running down my forehead. I wanted to scream, but no noise came out of my throat. Then I collapsed.

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I woke up in the hospital. My bed was warm und my finger was bandaged and my father sat beside my bed.

He was a smart, rich man. But he was very unattractive. I guess mother only married him, because he had money and I understood her very much.

"Darling, you are finally awake. How are you? When I heard from that terrible accident I drove as fast as I could!" his voice was soft ,but I knew that something troubled him. I nodded slightly, he understood that as a: I'm fine.

Then he began; "I knew that something like this would happen one day. I'm so sorry, Carmela!". I lifted one eyebrow. What was he talking about?

He took a very deep breath: "Your mother has brittle fingernails. It's in our family. I'm so sorry. I hoped that your nails would be okay! I'm so sorry."

I was shocked! There were tears in my eyes. "Out of my room! Leave, now!". I screamed as loud as I could. My father just ran out of the room, like he knew that something like this would happen.

I couldn't believe it at first. How could my dad keep this from me for my whole life? Now everything was different. My life was ruined. I cried. For a long, long time.

A long, long time means five minutes. So after five minutes crying I finally took of my bandage to see my nail. It was terrible; my fingernail didn't look faboulus anymore.

I touched my fingernail. Suddenly a light came out of my finger.

I was looking wide eyed at my finger, then I realized it! My fingernail looked good again. almost as good as before.

But why?

There was only one possibility: I was a cape! A master cape, because who wouldn't like to have fancy nails? Right, nobody!

I smiled. I could make the world a better place. Where even ABB and Nazis had gorgeous fingernails!