I'm Obviously A Girl. But none of you idiots have to know that...

Chapter 2: I'm Obviously A Girl. But none of you idiots have to know that...

The next morning, I woke up to 20-pound bags being dropped on my stomach. When I arrived in Chicago, I’d need to visit the nurse, thanks to Violet packing my bags early for me. She’d loaded them up with all my necessities. The gauze for over my chest, a bunch of hand-me-down boy clothes from my college brother, and a plastic bag of…girl things, since it’d be hard to get out of school to buy them every time I required them.

My mother and father drove me to the airport at 5 in the morning. My flight was at 8 o’clock, and the airport was an hour away. I said goodbye to my mother, father and sister and took off into the airport, dressed as a boy, to get to my new school.

After the plane came to a stop in Chicago, and the pilot had told us to depart, I grabbed my carry-ons and walked into the airport. I quickly caught my reflection in a mirror that a younger girl was using. I actually looked like a guy, apart from the girl-ish physique. Not that I was curvy. I was about as curvy as an ironing board. But, I was short and stick thin, which could possibly be a problem. Maybe I’d make up some growing disorder. The Benjamin Button disease…? After much thought, I decided no. But, I supposed I inherited the “short and skinny” traits from my father’s side. My sister was curvier, like my mother. I’d also grabbed some contacts. My glasses made me look girly. Plus, I was wearing them when I met Kale, so he’d probably recognize me. If he even remembered me.

I ran a hand through my chopped off hair nervously as I got outside. I knew why they called Chicago the windy city now. Crisp wind blew in from every direction, and it didn’t help that the sun was covered up by rain clouds. The pilot did say we might’ve experienced some rain. It was definitely different here then it was in Florida. I buttoned up the jacket I was wearing, and grabbed my hat from my bag., covering my head till it was snug. My mom had arranged my uncle and aunt who lived around Chicago to come pick me up. She had also noted that I cut my hair. They were, let’s say, disappointed. My aunt, out of all the people in the world, adored my hair the most.

Finally, I saw their black Mercedes Benz pull up. My uncle rolled down the window, staring at me like I was a whole different person. “Sammie, wow! You’re hair! You really did cut it!” He said, his mouth hanging in shock.

I nodded, trying my hardest to grin. This was the trickiest part of getting in. I couldn’t let my aunt and uncle visit at all, or they’d figure out I’m trespassing on an all boy’s boarding school, and think I’m some Kale McCann stalker—which I’m totally not, by the way. I knew the new hair and absence of boobs and girls clothes would be a bit of a give away, but my aunt and uncle were, luckily for me, not the sharpest tools in the shed.

“Hey, Uncle Greg,” I said, beaming. I leaned in the window to see my blonde, brown eyed aunt, “Hey, Aunty Erin.”

My Aunt’s brown eyes went as wide as two saucers, “Samantha! You’re hair—you’re beautiful, beautiful hair! It’s all gone!”

Oh, Aunt Erin. Hasn’t changed a bit. Perhaps it was true what they said about ‘dumb blondes.’ For a few specific people, anyway. Like my aunt. “Nice to see you too, Aunty.” I said, smiling weakly.

Uncle Greg chuckled to himself, “Well, get in, Sammie.” He said, gesturing to the door in the back.

Quickly, I got in, throwing my bags to the side. I wanted to get out as soon as possible to find Kale. That was the whole purpose of the mission. I bent over my uncle’s seat to whisper in his ear, “How far is it ‘till we get to the school?” I asked anxiously.