Operation Emo

Third Chapter: "Undercover"

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Third Chapter
“Undercover“

The Next Day
Wednesday
Sara’s POV

Light shined brightly into the room, making my eyes go wide, and I immediately covered myself up with the blanket, making sure to cover up my hair.

“Sara, it’s time for you to get up.” Anna snapped, tugging at the blanket.

“I’ll get up- I’m just…” I thought of something quickly before blurting, “I’m naked!”

Anna immediately released the covers with a squeak, and moved back. “Just get up, please.” She, obviously embarrassed, got up and walked out of the room leaving an awkward silence in the room.

I facepalmed, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.

Getting up with a sigh of relief that it got her out of the room, I walked over to my closet and stepped inside, taking a small glance at the mirror, my mouth immediately falling open in shock as I stared at… well… Alice, I guess…

Black hair fell down to her shoulders, with vivid blue sparkling eyes. A surprised expression covered her face, with a light blush covering her pale cheeks. Black hair covered one of her eyes, and it was slightly messy, but in a careless stylish sort of way.

I looked at the mirror, completely surprised at how different she… I… looked. I shook my head walking to the bags in the back of the closet, and opened one of the bags, sighing and realizing I was going to have to sneak out the window for school since I didn’t have the blonde wig. I really couldn’t believe I dyed my precious blonde hair…

I shook my head, and reached down pulling out a shirt from the bag, and looked at it curiously. It was a band t-shirt, and in white at the top of the shirt scratched out letters read ‘My Chemical Romance!’ I looked at it unsurely. I remembered my sister owning one of their albums before she…

I shook my head, and held it up to me, glancing over at the mirror again at the stranger who stood there. I couldn’t help but feel that I looked a little… I don’t know...

I threw off my top shirt and slid on the My Chemical Romance one, making sure there were no tags on it. It matched my appearance, and by the second I was looking more and more…

Well…

Like one of the losers.

I sighed, and pulled off my pants, pulling out from one of the bags some black skinny jeans. Sliding them on, I grabbed some fingerless gloves and put them on to. It felt… different to wear these things. Every time I glanced over at the mirror, I had to force myself not to jump, like there was a stranger in the room with me. I pulled on some socks and then the black converse boots, and then putting the starter school supplies into a black backpack Emily had made sure to get. I guess we were really going all out on this.

I looked over at the mirror, wincing as I shrugged and felt pain shoot up my arms. The sudden remembrance of running around and carrying shopping bags along with climbing up a tree made my muscles sore, as though claiming that I’d better not do it again.

I nearly nodded in agreement with them! I would not be doing that anytime soon.

And, no, I wasn’t used to carrying so many shopping bags, even though I often carried Emily’s. It seemed like I bought more clothes than I owned last night.