Chapter Three- Kinda The Origin Of Parker's Secret

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PARKER'S POV

"Welcome to the neighbourhood!" I said to Mina, the girl who now lived across the street from me, and who now was in my room, thanks to my parents.

"Thanks." She said quietly, brushing her dirty blonde hair back. "I like your hair."

I glanced at my shoulder-length turquoise hair. "Thanks. It used to be brunette."

"Why'd you change it?"

"Well..." Should I tell her about the life that no longer was? "I wanted to be different."

"Cool. I like different." She sat down, looking at my iPhone 6.

"You can turn it on, if you like." I said.

"Cool!" The screen came to life. "I only have the stupid iPhone 4."

"That sucks." I pulled out a box of random things. She turned off the phone. I started to rummage through the thingys.

"Who's that girl?" Mina asked, pointing to a picture, poking out of the box. Fuck. That was one of the pictures from when I was fat.

"Uh... no one!"

"She's really fat. She must be someone you know, otherwise why would you have a picture of her?"

"Uh..."

Mina studied the picture. "Wait... it kinda looks like... you!"

Fucking hell.

"I had surgery. Three months ago." I said. "That's when I dyed my hair."

"Oh."

"Don't tell anyone, m'kay?"

"Okee dokey."

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