Ten-year-old Crace lives on our street. Her name was a mistake. She should have been called Grace. But when she was born and her father went to register her at the office, excitement confused him - and he misspelled the name as Crace Cleese on the certificate. However, nobody noticed the mistake, so that's how they registered her. She has been called Crace ever since.
Everything was fine while Crace was a little girl. But as soon as she started kindergarten, the problems started. Almost everyone got her name wrong.
On the playground, the mothers would say: "Oh, there's Grace!"
In kindergarten, the teachers kept saying: "How prettily Grace draws."
And the worst moment was when - at school - the teacher wrote her name on the blackboard as ‘Grase Cleese.’
She kept telling everyone: "It's not Grace, it's Crace!"
One day, when she was very unhappy, Crace decided to show everyone just how important the 'CR' was. From then on, she looked everywhere for things that started with the letters CR. She told everyone that she only eats CRepes. She didn't carry any school bag to school, she carried her books and notebooks in her CRate.
When her mother signed her up for knitting, she flung herself on the ground and screamed: "Not knitting, I'm going to learn to CRochet!"
She even threw the coloured pencils she got for Christmas away, stomping her feet angrily that she’d wanted CRayons!
When her mother and father came up with the idea of a vacation in Spain, they pleaded with her, "Crace, be reasonable. At least we can go look at a royal CRown."
But she yelled that she wasn't going to Spain. Only to CRoatia, or at worst she'd think about CRoydon. Luckily, her father had discovered the…