Waiting for my name to be read in the register, I gritted my teeth. ‘Tilly Christmas,’ my teacher called.
‘Here,’ I murmured, shrinking into my chair.
Having such an unusual name made me a target for teasing.
It was so embarrassing.
Why couldn’t I have a regular name, like Jones or Smith?
Maybe one day I’ll get married and take a different name, I thought.
But as I got older, I didn’t mind my quirky surname so much.
After all, it was