Undiscovered Secrets

James (4) H-Hello

Quote of the Chapter: "Trust the magic of new beginnings."

'I can not believe I am doing this' I thought to myself.

It responded with, 'You have to you dummy. The disguise is everything.'

I first began with dying my hair. My original hair color, before all this undercover police stuff, was almond an brown. Over the year, (I have been on a lot of assignments), it's been blonde, dark brown, light brown and platinum blonde. Now it was jet black. Jet black. What style goes good with this...

In the past I used to rock: Mohawks, undercuts, undercuts with layers, crewcuts and a cool pompadour haircut. Oh man, when I was a sophomore in high school, people loved my pompadour cut.

I decided to go with jet black hair and a that style. It's not half bad.

Next: Contacts.

My eye color was originally a light blue mixed with dark gray, yet changed depending on if I wore dark clothes.

All of the color contacts I've worn were way more than my hair colors. Too many to list, so let's keep it simple. I've worn various shades of blue, green, brown and gray.

I was currently conflicting over a deep violet or light maroon. I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and stand out a little at the same time.

I can't believe I sound like a girl deciding what she wants to wear.

Violet it is. People will think violet eyes will be the coolest thing they've ever seen. Trust me, high schoolers are pretty stupid. Ha!

Lastly, was the tan. This was the easy part since I live in South Carolina, and I love near the beach.

. . .

Strolling along the boardwalk of Myrtle Beach, I had no shirt, with swim trunks on, getting lots of attention from girls.

I was about to stop by one of them and possibly earn a phone number, (remember I am still 19 and very good looking), when I heard a girl behind me repeatedly screaming, "Fuck you, bitches!" followed by loud footsteps.

Another voice came into play, a deep male voice hastily saying, "You go this way, I'll go that way."

I turned around trying to see which direction they were coming to move out of the way, but ended running into a girl.

Wow, she has a very hard head.

"Sorry dude. What's up man," she said this like she didn't just crash land on top of me. What the hell.

I was looking, (more like staring at her), and for some odd reason, she looked familiar.

"H-hello." I was in the presence of a beautiful girl and that was all I managed to say.

Nice James, real nice.

"What's in the bag you have there?" Being the officer I am, I wanted to know, her black-skulled backpack seemed kind of suspicious.

By asking that question, I enraged her somehow. Her face turned bright red.

The blonde scrambled up and shouted, "None of your business, thank you very much!" She got off of me and pulled me up. For such a tiny graceful looking girl, she was surprisingly strong.

"Well, I'll see you later." She threw up a peace sign, tightly gripping the bag on her shoulders.

"Wait!" I was drawn to her, like I knew her from somewhere. I needed to know more.

Interrogation time.

"How do you know I will see you again? I might not even go to your school, live in your area," I called out to her.

She stopped. I could see the way she scrunched up her face that she was contemplating whether or not to tell me, but she walked back up to me and  told me where she lived anyway. I wasn't wondering, because I presumed some things were better kept confidential. It was, what you call a rhetorical question.

"I go to the high school in Garden City."

Hopefully not Swearpoint. I can barely talk to her here, let alone at the school I'm policing in. "I do too?"

Pray James. Pray it isn't...

"Oh, so you go to Swearpoint? Cause that's the main one."

"The exact one." Darn it.

"Then how come I've never seen you before!?" She eyed me up and down. Tiny probably has the slightest hunch of me being a school shooter now.

"I should have said I am going to. You see, I start Monady, February the 13th."

"Oh my gosh, that's so funny! Monday is my birthday. I turn 18." She started giggling.

"Wow, awesome. I remember being 18." Why am I so stupid.

"How much older are you now? Were you just lying to me, whatever your name is." She is suspicious and curious again.

Putting her hands in her jacket pockets she looked like she might bolt and run, or beat me up right here. I'm screwed. We had a fraction of a moment going between us.

"Uh . . ." Make an excuse James, ". . . I got held back last year, I sorta hate school."

Forgetting to answer her question I said, "19."

"Cool, the oldest guy there now. I hate school as well. I can't wait to leave this living nightmare. I Love Detentions And Suspensions. Am I right?" With her fingers she held up the hashtag sign. "I think I even spray painted it once, this year. Graffiti is super cool"

No. Wrong. I used loved school and one day I would hopefully go to college. Who could hate school? I was only trying to impress her.

Wait. Pause. Hold on . . .

'#ILoveSuspensionsAndDetentions', she hates school, graffiti's, goes to Swearpoint, she looked too familiar...

I was standing face to face with Gabi Monistant. Oh god.

The Gabi.

And they finally meet, whooooo! Maybe . . .😏