"I didn't know it was an all boys school!" I groaned and my sister rolled her eyes "How did you not know? Did you not do any research before actually taking the scholarship!" She whisper yelled "With all the trouble i have gotten into, a free scholarship is a Life ticket to the finish line" I said crossing my arms over my chest "You can't go back now" She shrugged and i sat down on my bed
"What do you want me to do then? Dress up as a guy just to get into a school?" I laughed and she smirked. My laugh went to a halt and my face became serious "No, No, No i'm not doing that. It was a joke Crissy!" I whined "Look, lucky you, i'm a makeup artist and i can make you look like a guy." She shrugged "You may not look good short hair though" She said and turned her mouth, playing with my hair.
I jumped back "You're not touching my hair" I said and she huffed "Okay fine. Here" She said picking up a random dark navy ball-cap off the floor. She put all my hair on the top of my head and put the ball-cap on the top to hold it in. I looked at her annoyed "You look good Sam" She smiled and i rolled my eyes.
The rest of the night we planned out everything and how i was going to get into the school. I hope it will work or my scholarship will go plummeting down the toilet. It's like a school for troubled kids and that's probably why i got the scholarship in the first place. Plus my shit for brains.
The next day i was packed and ready to go but without a costume on so my parents didn't suspect a thing "Don't forget to call us everyday" My mother waved "Ma, collage is a chance to get away from my family, not to tell them there babygirl is alright" i said and she laughed "Alright. Stay away from those boys ya hear?" My dad added. I looked at Crissy and she held back her laugh "That'll be hard to do" I said with a little chuckle. My parents looked at both of us weird "Alright! Bye! Love you!" I said quickly and ran to the passenger side.
They waved us off as we drove off to the new school and i was practically shaking in my pants. We pulled over once the coast was clear and i put my hair up into the hat. I turned towards Crissy, who was holding up some brushes.
After a long time of make up and wraps around my boobs. She was doing a final touch
"Do you really have to give me fake prickles" I said pushing her hand away from my lip "It will make you look more realistic." She said in frustration "Or it'll make me look like i hit puberty to quick. Do you see how short i am? Plus. My face still has a girl complexion" I said, hoping i used complexion right.
"Exactly, this will help you look more like a boy" She said and i rolled my eyes and stopped fighting her. When she finished i was about use the car mirror but she stopped "Don't.. It'll make you want to kill yourself" She chuckled and i slammed the mirror shut with a glare "Alright! Let's go to collage!" She smiled and started to drive off.
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Pretend; Toy Soldiers
Fanfictionpre·tend prəˈtend/ verb 1. speak and act so as to make it appear that something is the case when in fact it is not.