Story where guy goes undercover as a girl in high school.
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I walk into the school with my head down, attempting to keep a low profile.
Good thing you went to the school's open house two months ago or else you'd be lost and have to ask for directions, my brain quips.
Yeah, thanks brain, I retort with an eye roll.
As I continue to walk, I adjust my skirt and sneak a peek at a nearby classroom in search of its room number.
Room 115, the door reads.
Great, the doors to the locker room should be right... here.
With a smile, I push the doors open and clomp down the steps leading into the locker room.
BRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!
Huh. I guess I'm late, I think to myself. I suppose it doesn't matter, considering I am new and all.
Eh.
I walk through the mess of lockers until I reach number 523, my locker.
It's a skinny little thing, pale blue and...well, blue.
Did that even make sense?
I guess it doesn't really matter, especially considering the fact that this is my brain.
Who decides what makes sense in the first place?
Who created sense?
Halt!
What is sense?
Exactly what is the purpose of things making sense? If everyone has different views, doesn't that mean that everyone's sense is different? I mean, people say "common sense", but what is common sense per se?
Whoa, that was deep.
Wait... what was I doing again?
"Dude, what are you doing here?"
A voice cut into my thoughts, but I ignore it and continue trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing.
No but seriously though, what the heck was I doing?
"So... are you going to answer or just stare at your locker like an idiot?"
I blink.
Oh yeah, I was getting stuff from my locker. Wait, why am I even doing that? I literally have nothing to put in there! It's my first day of school!
With that, I shut my locker and begin to walk in the direction of the stairs, but stop short when I notice a girl leaning against a locker about two steps away from mine.
"Oh, you were speaking to me?" I say, more than a little surprised.
She rolls her eyes.
"Obviously. We're the only ones here."
Deciding to ignore her smart mouth, I lamely mutter, "Oh."
She looks at me for a moment, almost as if she was... expecting something.
But... what can she possibly be expecting from me? I mean, I don't even know her since I am new to the schoo— oh.
"What do you mean? I'm new here and it took a while to get my schedule and whatnot from the front office lady."
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