New: Powers

New: Powers (Chapter 8)

Chapter 8: I am not Allison

Mr. Kent led Bri, Connor, and I to the Costume Floor. Clay didn't have to come since the Enemy wasn't after him. I had never really noticed the Costume Floor before. There were four doors: Identity, Hair, Makeup, and Wardrobe. I stepped off of my pod and followed everyone into the Identity Room. Inside, the walls were covered with thousands and thousands of papers. Each one had a picture of someone on it and a description of them. Some even included a picture of their Facebook. "All of these people are either dead or real. Pick someone to impersonate from the far wall, since you want to appear as an average high school student. You can pick anyone as long as they are around the same age as you, they are the same sex, and they do not live in New Jersey. We can't risk the real person recognizing you. If they see you, your cover is blown," Mr. Kent warned. I gazed through the hundreds of girls I could become. I wanted someone who had the same hair color, but still looked different. After what felt like hours of searching, I found the perfect girl: Jessica Ferguson. She was really pretty and had layered black hair with side bangs and a small bright red streak in her hair. She was wearing nerdy style glasses, but it was hard to tell whether they were real or fake. She had caramel-brown eyes and wore a light colored lipstick. I read what was typed underneath her picture. She is 15 years old, and her birthday is on December 1. She was born and lives in New Orleans. Her dad died when she was really young, so she lives with her mom and older brother, James. Clay could easily pass as my older brother. Jessica looks more like Clay's sister than I do. There was a screenshot of her Facebook page. She wasn't in a relationship, and she said she plays volleyball. She loves music and her favorite singer is Justin Bieber. She also mentioned that she likes romantic walks in the park. I'm not athletic, I hate Justin Bieber, and walks in the park are kind of boring. This would be a bit of a challenge for me. I grabbed the paper from the wall and asked Bri who she was going to be. She showed me a picture of someone who looked completely different. Kristin Fitzpatrick was a blonde girl, with blue eyes, and wore red lipstick. She was 15 years old and she was a cheerleader. Her dad was a wealthy business man. Bri didn't even need to act. Kristin was just like her. Connor picked someone who looked similar to him also: Carter Smith. They had the same hair and similar facial features. They were the same age, and Carter was a football player. Connor just needed a different hairstyle and a wardrobe change.

After each of us picked a person, we went to the hair room. Instead of papers, the walls were covered by shelves that showcased wigs of all different styles. One wall had three dressers against it. Three nice looking hairdressers were waiting for us. When we gave them the pictures, they studied them for a while and asked us whether we wanted a wig or a permanent haircut. Connor and I chose permanent since there wasn't much we needed to change. Bri chose a wig from one of the shelves. I took the longest out of all of us. Bri put the wig on in less than a minute, Connor just got a trim and his hair stuck straight up and was straightened, while I had to get layers cut into my crazy thick hair. After a couple of hours, my hairdresser finally put the red streak in my bangs. She curled the ends of my hair, put it into a ponytail, and I was done. I asked Connor and Bri what they thought. "You look different, but it's pretty!" Bri replied. "You look beautiful. Not that you didn't look beautiful before, because you did. You looked amazing, but now you look even better," Connor managed to say.

In the Makeup room, it was the same layout as the Hair room, except the shelves were crowded with beauty products. Instead of hairdressers, this time there were makeup artists waiting for us. We gave them our pictures, and they told us that if we didn't look different, then they might have to add fake skin to shape our faces. Thankfully, none of us had to go through that. Contacts and a little bit of makeup were enough to change us. My makeup artist guessed that the glasses in the picture were fake, so she popped the lenses out of some old 3-D glasses and told me to put them on. I looked into the mirror. I could tell that I was still Allison Williams, but I looked like a different Allison Williams. I looked over at Bri and Connor. Connor hadn't changed much, but Bri had changed completely. She looked vaguely like a younger Taylor Swift with straight hair. Connor had a clip-on diamond stud on his left earlobe. It was weird, but cool. Hardly any makeup had been added to his face. He was just Connor with a different hairstyle and an ear piercing.

The transformation ended when we were given new clothes. Connor was given a red and white varsity jacket, a white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He looked like the stereotypical high school jock. Bri was given jeweled sandals, denim shorts, a white web knitted top, and a matching bracelet. I was given skinny jeans, red Toms, a loose faded red and white striped shirt, and a black bow for my ponytail. We actually looked pretty good. One of the people in the dressing room must've seen the look on my face, since he said, "Gurl, just because we live under a portajon in the middle of nowhere does NOT mean we can't look good!"

Clay was waiting for us outside on his pod. We all came out one by one. I was the last to come out. Clay was pretty shocked. "Wow. You ACTUALLY look like my sister," he said as a smile spread across his face. Connor came up behind me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "You look cool too, Connor," Clay said to him. Connor narrowed his eyes at him, but then he looked at me. I just wish they'd get along. "Thanks," was all he could say. He walked away and I ran over to talk to him. "Connor, I really want you two to get along. Clay is warming up. Why aren't you?" Connor sighed. "I'm sorry. I just don't trust that guy after everything he's done to you." "That's behind us now," I assured him. "Please, just try being more friendly to him. It'll make everybody's lives a whole lot easier." "I'll try." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you." He kissed me on the head and went to talk to his dad.