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Chapter 7: Michelle Flanders

--Chapter 7: Michelle Flanders--

I've been told that this identity, Michelle Flanders, is a rather self-centered character. I don't even do it on purpose. I think it's because Michelle is smarter than all my other identities so she finds herself superior...I mean myself. I find myself superior. Wait...no. Michelle finds herself superior... but I'm Michelle and I don't think I'm superior... but I am. Nevermind...

I dragged my wandering mind out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast. Happy Monday. Happy professional development day. Which means, no school because of a teacher work shop! Yes!

Well, Michelle has a project to work on today, anyways. Actually, a group project. I hopped down the stairs, eager to attempt the day's challenge later on.

"Morning, mom," I said then turned to my father, "you also, dad."

"Good morning, Alexandra," they said in unison and my father went back to his paper and my mother to her cooking, which was really just pouring cereal and milk.

"No school today, hun?" he asked, while folding his paper up because he'd clearly finished it.

"Nope," I responded. Not technically. My mom handed me a bowl of cereal and I sat at the table to shove it into my mouth.

"Well, what are you doing today?" asked my mother as she handed my father a bowl.

"Oh, nothing, maybe some school work that I need to catch up with," I said. She totally bought the lie, as usual. I'm not sure if it's because I'm so naturally good at lying or because she's just naturally oblivious.

I ate quickly and hurried upstairs. I went to the usual place and began my transformation. I'm a ginger! I went through the procedure to latch an orange wig to my cranium and I applied some simple brown eyeliner. Thw wig went just below my shoulders, was parted to the left, and was stock-straight. Then I used a special pen to stencil on some freckles. My outfit consisted of a buttoned plaid shirt and sweat pants. I'm going to be videochatting so my partner will only see my top half, anyway.

I left the room and went to sit on my bed, after locking the door. I opened up my laptop and logged onto oovoo, my personal choice of videochatting systems.

Awesome, Emily was already on. I clicked on the "call" button and she answered quickly.

"Michelle, hey," she said while looking down at her phone. She was texting, as usual.

"Hey, Emily, okay we need to start studying," I replied and walked to the other side of my room to get my books.

Emily and I studied together often. Once I returned to the screen, her phone was off. She doesn't like to text while talking to people on oovoo.

"So, did you hear who got back together?" I asked her while shuffling papers around.

"No, and I don't really care either," she said while looking for her folders and binders.

"Oh... Well alright then."

It was silent for a few moments until Emily said, "Hey, do you wanna come to a pole dancing class with me sometime?"

My face froze as she said this, but luckily she didn't notice because she still hadn't found her work. Karter already knows how to pole dance, of course. But if Michelle showed up to a class... as a supposed beginner... she'd be revealed. Then I remembered something.

"Emily, you live in freakin' Arizona, how the fuck am I going to get to you?" I asked with a smile on my face. Emily and I throw around swears a lot. It's fun.