Masters of Disguise

Meeting Him

Chapter 3

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"Hurry up Alex!" Liam yells from down stairs

"I'm coming," I yell back. I grab my blue flowered book bag from my bed. I check myself one last time before I grad my lipstick and bolt out of the door and rush downstairs and out the door.

Liam is already in the car with the car engine roaring signaling that it's on. I open the passenger side door open and hop in. I snap my seat belt lock and I look up at Liam. He nods asking me if we're ready. I nod to reply and he presses on the gas, speeding off to school.

I am filled with emotion right now I feel like my body is going to explode. I have never had to start at a new school like this. The people I went to school with last year I went to school with in Elementary school. I've never had to be the new kid in school that doesn't know what to do or where to go.

I'm scared, nervous, anxious, and exhausted all at the same time. I can't seem to stay still.

What if I go to this school and no one likes me? Other than Zayn-which I'm sure he has forgotten about me by now. I've always been a sociable person so being alone isn't really my thing. I won't have any friends, I'll probably go completely crazy.

What if I get lost? It's a big school and even though Zayn showed me around, he wasn't able to show me the whole school. I'm going to look like a lost puppy.

What if everything looks different when I walk in? What if when I walk in and everyone stop, stares and laughs at me like I have a 'kick me' sign on my back? I don't know how Florida works. This is my first time in Florida and I don't know how these kids act. What if they act differently than they do in Tennessee? I know they talk differently, I've heard that Florida is the north of the south meaning that Florida is south but acts north. I guess there's a lot of people who move from up north to Florida. I don't know how to speak northern! I'll probably make a complete fool out of myself.

What if my outfit is not cool enough? What if the style in Tennessee is not the same as in Florida. What if I look like a complete idoit? I know that looks don't matter but the first thing people see is your appearance and what if my appearance doesn't cut it? I'll be the laughing stock of the year! I look down at my simple outfit. I'm wearing a orangish-pink shirt with jeans and my brown combat boots. My blonde hair is in a bun with a small bow that's the same color as my shirt. My makeup is light and very natural with light pink lip stick. In my opinion I look cute.

Oh, I hope I look good!

I'm so nervous and anxious because I came here to get a new start to forget and hide my past. I want to feel happy to go to school, I want to feel excited to see the students walking the hallways. I want to feel what I didn't feel last year.

I'm trying and I know I shouldn't because then I may seem fake. But I just can't seem to stop myself from asking all these questions. What if coming here wasn't a good idea? What if I made a wrong decision?

I'm already hating the weather here. You could literally fry and egg on the sidewalk. I'm sweating now and the AC is on full blast. Oh my god, I'm sweating! I can't stink on the first day of school. Where's my perfume?

I grab my bag from the back seat and start scrambling through my things hoping and looking for the perfume. Finally, I find it and spray it all over my body, trying not to miss an inch.

Liam starts coughing in the driver seat, "Fuck! Can you stop you're going to kill me" he rolls down the window for the smell of my Velvet Sugar perfume to disappear.