Once upon a time, there was a twin brother and sister. They both grew up and graduated from middle school. The younger sister,
Isabel, went to an ordinary high school. But her older brother, Christian, went to an enormously prestigious private boarding school. At least, that was the plan...
Chapter 1:
"Christian ran away?" I held up the note mama gave me, "No way! Mama, this has got to be a joke."
To Mama and Isabel,
I'm really sorry. I have to leave.
Please don't look for me.
Goodbye,
Christian
"But more importantly, check out my new uniform..."
"All you brother left behind was his uniform!" mama cried, tears forming.
"Uh..."
"We're ruined! Do you realize what we went through to get him into that school?!" she cut me off again, "If he doesn't start school at the beginning of the term, they won't let him in!
*few hours later*
"Geez! I've looked everywhere! Christian's probably just messing around somewhere anyways." God, I hate my brother! Mama's always freaking out over him.
I glanced around and spotted a large gate with the words 'boys' dormitory' beside it. This must be Christian's new school. Well, duh.
Hmm...it looks strict. No wonder.
"Hey, Christian, are you in there?" I asked, hopelessly, "Probably not." I clenched my fists around the metal bars of the gate. "So of course everyone's worried about Christian." Would anyone get this worried if I disappeared? It's not like we're the same! Everyone thinks I'm the stupid one. I stomped my foot, "I'm going home!" I shouted to no one in particular.
I stepped off the sidewalk with my head still down, sulking. *sigh* I really wanted to show her my uniform too. This sucks.
Just then someone grabbed me by the waist.
"What the hell are you-" honk, honk! I looked up and saw a car speeding by.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" the man yelled out the open window as he drove by.
"You could've been hurt." Large hands, gentle eyes, this guy... "Girls need to be more careful..." saved my life, "You dumbo moron."
"Huh?" I asked, staring.
"I said..." he sighed, "You almost got yourself killed you stupid girl! Geez!"
Stupid girl?!
"And just what exactly do you mean, you stupid...guy!"
"What?" he turned back around just as I dashed away.
How dare he call me stupid! It's not like he's perfect either. It pisses me off. I hope I never meet him again!
"Mama! Is Christian back yet?"
"Oh, he came home a little while ago."
"See, I told you he was just playing around."
"True."
I couldn't help but notice Mama's hands behind her back.
"Mama, what's that you've got behind your back?"
"Nothing"
"Oh," I turned around, "Hey," I called, "Chris-" snip "-tian?"
I froze. As I saw locks of my wavy blond hair fall to the ground, I screamed. I clutched my hair and curled against the wall.
"Christian never came home. That's why, from now on, you're going to his school in his place," she held up the pair of scissors.
" What? But my school!"
"I've already met with the principal and taken care of everything."
"Bu-but there's no way people won't find out I'm a girl!
"It's okay. If I cut your hair, all they'll see is a boy." She tugged on my hair and cut it. I screamed again. This is a dream！
"Mama, stop!"
She shook her head. "Listen to your mother." She said harshly. "From now on, you are Christian got it?" This has to be a dream. I watched as my beautiful hair scattered the floor.
