Zoe stood dumbfounded in front of the whole school. Her secret was finally out. Everyone knew about her true identity now and there was no way for her to fix anything. She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh as her peers stared at her, waiting for her to say something, anything. All Zoe could get herself to mutter out was, “Now you know it's me.” Zoe Johnson was born in a small town in Montana. Her family was never very wealthy, and her parents supported their family through the rundown bakery that they owned. The bakery never got a significant amount of business; there were only a few “regulars”. Growing up, Zoe stood out in a less than satisfactory way. She had bright red hair that was curly and unkempt. Her face was covered in freckles