I couldn't quite stamp down the irrational irritation that flowed through me as I listened to the teacher go through the roll. It wasn't like moving to a new school would change the fact that Mary was a popular name. It wasn't like I'd somehow manage to be the only Mary in the class. I knew this. But still, I wished that it would happen.
But with just my luck, class didn't have just one other Mary. No there were six of us. SIX! I groaned to myself as Mary Anne, Mary Sue, Mary Jean, Mary Kay, and Mary Lynn were all called.
At least we'd moved past being referred to by the first letter of our last names as a differenator, but it wasn't like I wanted everyone knowing my middle name, nor did I want to constantly be called Mary Rosaline either. I didn't like my middle name. Especially when it was shortened to Rosie.
"Here." I called out, hand tightening on my pencil as I heard 'Mary Rosaline Wright' called. Was it too much to ask to be just known as Mary? Just once?
I pulled my hair forward, to hide my face as I looked down to the notebook I was doodling on. Six Mary's in one class. I mentally moaned. I was doomed to be lost in the crowd, again, in this new school.
-Inspiration from reading a post about stories never dealing with people having the same name.
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