When I opened my eyes, I was met with a bright, yellow light. I covered my eyes with my hand. Then it hit me.
“WOO-HOO, I’M GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW, HELL YEAH!” I shout. I pump a fist in the air and scramble out of bed.
It’s still early in the morning so I have a lot of time. I take a shower and pick a cute trendy outfit that’s red and black.
I open the door and I’m instantly hit with the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs.
I run down the stairs, which is probably not a good idea because I slip and almost fall down at least twice.
I made my way to the kitchen and I see my mom setting up the table. There is a huge pile of eggs and bacon and my mouth waters just thinking about eating it.
“Good morning, Jules,” my mom says breaking my daydream about bacon.
“Morning mom,” I say with a small smile.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you something about the deal we made,” she says in a serious tone.
Uh-oh. Did she change her mind? Did she only come up with the deal to make me come here? She wouldn’t stoop that low, right?
“You are still going to school, don’t worry,” she said as if she read my mind, “there is just something you have to do in order to attend.”
“What is it?” I ask totally confused.
“Well, for your safety, you have to wear a disguise. I mean, you saw what happened at the airport.”
Yeah, okay, she’s right about that, I think. Hopefully, the disguise isn’t bad, I mean how bad can it be. Of course it’s bad it’s me.
“Your disguise is a boy,” my mom says cringing a bit. “I know it’s bad, but it ensures your safety.”
Does it, does it really, I think.
“How will I become a boy, I mean is it even possible,” I say. Please say it’s not, please say it’s not.
“It is, I have a makeup artist coming over any second now. He’s going to make you look like a boy and he’s going to teach you how to act like one.”
My shoulders slump. Is this really happening? How did my mom forget to mention this before we moved?
Before I finished complaining in my head, the loud doorbell echoed through house.
“Oh, the makeup artist is here,” my mom says excitedly. The jogged to the door and opened it.
I just sat at the table eating the now cold bacon and eggs while thinking how bad turning into a boy is.
Suddenly, a guy with bright pink hair that could probably blind you, walking in.
“OMG, are you really THE Rap Queen?!” He asked excitedly. I guess he’s a fan.
“Yes, what’s your name?” I ask kindly with a smile.
“My name’s Charlie. I’m literally such a huge fan. I just walked into work one day when you mom, lovely lady, asked for a good makeup artist for her daughter. I had NO idea that it was you!”
“Well, nice to meet you Charlie. What are we actually going to do today?” I ask, still confused about the whole situation.
“I’m going to teach you how to do your makeup so you can look like a guy. Then, I’m gonna teach you how to act like one.” Ok, that’s simple enough. I could not be more wrong.
The makeup part took hours and a lot of contour. He taught me how to put on a wig the right way because I’ve never worn one before. The wig was brown with some blond highlights so it looked real.
When Charlie started to teach me how to act like a guy, it went completely against what I was told to act like. After another long period of time, I got the hang of it. He also brought me a bunch of boy clothes which was very helpful because all of my clothes were pretty girly.
By the time we were finished it was dark.
“Here’s my number. If you have any questions or if you need help with anything, ring me.”
“Ok,” I walked him to the door, “bye, thank you for all your help.”
When I walked back into the house I realized that all our decorations from our old house were here.
“Jules, did you guys finish?” My mom asks when she sees me enter the room.
“Yeah, he just left. By the way, did you unpack without me?”
“Yeah, sorry, it’s just that you seemed really busy with Charlie and I didn’t want to interrupt you guys.”
“It’s fine, I just feel bad because you had to do all of it by yourself.” I say, feeling guilty.
“Oh it’s alright, as long as you now know what you are supposed to do.”
I nodded. “I’m going to bed, it’s been a long day.”
“Ok, goodnight sweetie,” my mom says. She kissed me on the forehead and I left the room.
I walked into my newly decorated room and changed into my pjs.
Hopefully high school isn’t that bad, I thought right before I went out like a light.