Hidden In This School

Okay! So this story was written about three years ago. I started it while I was a Freshman in high school, so don't expect it to be as well written as like ASR because I didn't have the skills I have now back then. Don't set your standards too high!

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Snip.

I caught a glimpse of a glossy strand of dirty blonde hair with a slight curl to it falling to the floor. It was my hair. Snip. Another strand of my lustrous hair fell to the floor, adding to the accumulation on the floor.

I lifted my head the slightest bit to be able to see my reflection from the mirror that stood in front of me.

"Don't lift your head!" a sharp voice reprimanded me, and I felt something hard hit the top of my head.

"Ow! That hurt, Ashlyn!" I complained to my best friend, automatically lowering my chin to my neck. I glowered at the strands of hair that plummeted down onto the white tiled floor. Each lock of hair that fell looked about eight inches long.

After a few more silent minutes of snipping and watching the hair drop, Ashyln stepped away from me. "I'm done," she announced.

"Can I lift my head and look now?"

"Yeah. It's such a waste though," Ashlyn sighed. "You have such beautiful hair."

"Had," I corrected, raising my head once more to look in the mirror while Ashlyn wasn't cutting.

A stranger stared back at me. The only things I recognized were my blue-grey eyes. I raised my hand to the top of my head and slid it down the back of it to locate where my hair ended, which was about once inch from the back of my neck. I turned my head from side to side, examining my haircut. My hair swayed from the movement, but not like it had done about a half an hour before, when it was longer. Dirty blond hair covered my ear and hung low in my eyes, slightly curling. I grinned into my reflection.

"I look like a guy."

"I did my best," Ashlyn grinned at me, snipping the scissors in her hand at the air. "I'm really glad that the hairstyle we chose suits you. I wasn't sure your hair would be able to pull it off."

I stared at the shaggy, "skater", haircut Ashlyn had gave to me. It really did make me look like a guy. I shrugged and scratched my neck. "Well it'd be bad if I looked like a female, wouldn't it?"

"No. Because then someone would save you from you and your crazy ideas, Nikki."

"I go by Nick now," I told her, pushing myself out of the makeshift barber's chair and running a hand through my unaccustomed short hair. "And it's not a crazy idea. It's a good one."

"It's crazy, Nikki," Ashlyn rejoined with a frown. "Any idea about a girl that wants to sneak into an all boys school is crazy. And to go as far as to cut your hair..."

"I have to go to that school, Ash!"

"Yes, yes," Ashlyn sighed, grabbing a conveniently located broom. She began to sweep up the wisps of my hair on the bathroom floor into a pile in the corner. "It's because your precious heartthrob goes there."

I frowned and put my hands on my hips. "I've been studying for years to get into this school, for this chance, and you don't support it?"

It had been over four years since I first saw Dylan Slade perform his debut single on the television. At that time, I didn't really have an interest in the type of music he was singing, but his voice had made me freeze. It was the most amazing voice ever. When his voice hit high notes, it gave me the shivers. It also wasn't a kick in the butt that he had gorgeous looks. His dark hair that was slightly long and came down into his eyes made him look gorgeous, he had amazingly bright emerald eyes, and stood at five feet, eight inches. Not to mention he was the same exact age as me.

And so began my obsession with the singer. He was a pretty amazing person. He helped with charities, was part of a big brother, big sister program, and multiple other organizations. It'd been my goal since that first time I'd seen him on T.V to meet him. He never toured around my area, ever. In fact, I hadn't seen him go on a tour in awhile. It was setting me in the dumps. I really wanted to meet this guy. The way he wrote his song lyrics... they were beautiful. The emotion behind his beautifully strung together words was incredible.

"I do support it," Ashlyn disagreed, dragging me out of my past, "if I didn't, do you think I'd have cut your hair? Everybody was so jealous of it."