After gathering my luggage and standing in the same spot for over an hour, I finally caught the attention of a taxi driver. I was too paranoid with not getting a ride that I forgot to change into my male clothing. I hopped into the black Volkswagen, preparing myself for what I was about to do next. I waved 2 Benjamin Franklins in front of the middle aged man, he followed the notes like a lost puppy.
''I'll pay you $200 if you don't look at the passenger seat's from now on, no peeking in the rear-view mirror either.'' ''And you lose $20 bucks every time you do.'' I added flatly.
''Okay. Where to?'' He tightened his cap.
I smirked. ''The Royal Prince Institute.'' We sped off, driving into the beautiful city of London. The architecture was remarkable, most of the buildings reminded me of the medieval period, well defined and well aged. Why didn't I change at the airport? I mentally asked while stripping out of my feminine clothing. The taxi driver had a badge, his name was Mr X.
''May I ask why are you offering me such a deal?'' My shirt was fully undone when Mr X eyed the rear-view mirror. I covered my chest while throwing a tantrum.
''Hey! Now you're on $180, better not push it.'' He blushed while speculating the roads.
''Ye...Yes ma'am.'' Well, now he knows why.
I opened my bag pack, scoring some bandages. I wrapped them around my D cupped breasts, flattening them into an A. Next on my list were my chinos and my asymmetrical shirt, I put them on, amazed with the comfort they provided. Happy with my combination of clothing I dug deeper into my bag aiming for my blonde wig. I secured my hair with a hairnet before correctly steadying the wig.
I sighed while placing the extra contemporary facial hair on my face. With the thicker eyebrows and longer side burns, I knew I was ready. My face and the window became one as Mr X immediately stepped on the brake pedal. I left loads of fog and saliva as I detached myself from my abiotic boyfriend.
''Oomph.'' I rubbed my head, finally understanding why seat beats were so necessary. I furiously faced Mr X.
''We're here!'' He joyfully chanted.
''You could've given me a warning.'' I couldn't feel half of my face, which meant my threat probably sounded half empty. I got out the car, throwing him his $180. A busty woman helped me with my luggage, her white blouse and pencil skirt reminded me of someone I loved dearly. I jumped on her, giving her one my legendary bear hugs. She caught me with ease, her 5'10 height and strong build was truly inspirational.
She crassly pushed me down. ''Why on earth are you here Arial?''
''To get a better education so I could help the fam. How did you know I was coming?'' I gave her a cheeky grin, I even teasingly elbowed her but she still kept her serious and grim expression.
''I've known you since you were a baby, I can distinguish you from a mile away and your parents told me you were coming.'' ''Speaking of your parents, do they know about this being an all-boys boarding school?''
I quickly answered. ''Nope.''
''How about Jade or Neon?''
''No and Definitely not.''
''Then I have no choice but to tell them...'' She walked away and I quickly grabbed her hand.
''Wait, Aunt Georgia, I'll do anything! Please! Just, don't tell my parents!'' I was prepared to kneel and beg for mercy but thankfully she answered. With a smile as big as Saturn, I knew I was in for something big.
''Hmm.'' She rubbed her chin. ''For you to stay, you have to do two things, first off, you have to help out in the office twice a week.'' I studied her for a moment embracing myself for her other objective.
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The Good Girl In The Bad Boys School
HumorArial, a genius nerd and a music enthusiast had been awaiting her scholarship to go to the most popular and best school in the country. Of course, she has been waiting very eagerly, because this is no ordinary school. The Royal Prince Institute had...