Petronella was confused. Then again, she was almost always confused. Mostly people was what confused her…their actions, their words…why? Was the thought coming to Petronella’s mind most often. Today, though, the person she was confused by was made up…or at least long dead. Her name was Petronella Vann Dan, and she lived long ago in Nazi Germany, hiding in an attic with a little girl named Anne Frank….

Petronella had never met anyone with her name. Therefore, she had always comforted herself that the name Petronella would never be looked on in shame- for Petronella had never done anything wrong, and was not planning to. But Petronella Vann Dan was a different story. SHe was arrogant, rude, flirty, avarice, and altogether a bad character. Petronella sighed. She had a lot of work to do if she was to clear the name of Petronella.