Muse
Amanda Fenshaw had never had a role model, anybody that she could aspire to be like. There were pop singers and movie stars, but she grew tired of them quickly. After the life she had led, they seemed rather insignificant.
When asked if she had any ideas for her new persona, the name she might want or the hobbies she may have, Amanda could not formulate an answer. For most young girls, it may have been easy to think of a name, to create an extravagant story of what could be and what should be. Amanda was not like them. All she wanted was to leave and the rest would become apparent later.
They had given her a name, so common that it would never be suspect. She had found it distasteful, or rather, she had been unsure. Staring at the paper until the letters blurred into each other.
Who was Rachel Mason? What did she want?
Perhaps she was hard-working or an only child. Perhaps she had waited till university to start dating- how clever of her. Nobody needed boys. In fact, she may be inclined to date girls; ten years was too soon to even think of seeing another man. Or even better, she would be a middle-class girl who knew nothing about poverty and hardship. Had never had to worry because her parents would pay for everything. To top it all off, she didn't have a half-strained cockney accent, she was better than that.
Yes, this wasn't so bad. Amanda had to start her life again, wipe the slate clean as if she had never existed in the first place, but if that meant she could be whoever she wanted to be, she could live with that.