The Identity Switch

Chapter 1 - Turkey

"Do I like canteen food?" my best friend, Ashley asks in a host voice. She pauses for a while before speaking in her normal voice. "No!"

"Will I ever remember to bring my own food from home?" I mock in the same host voice. "No!"

It's sad to think that although we go to a private school, we still get shit food.

"Hey Ash, Lane." Brad- my bodyguard- greets when he gets to our table, taking a seat beside Ashley.

His tie is a little crooked and one side of his top is untucked from his dark blue pants, hugging his torso firmly from the muscles he's gained all those years of military training.

She scowls at the masculine nickname but ignores it nevertheless.

"You guys ready for the performance tonight?" I ask, referring to my twin's concert in town coming up tonight.

"Oh yeah. I need your help for an outfit later on." Ashley says and I nod.

Brad slings an arm around her shoulder and smiles genuinely at her. "Doesn't matter what you wear, you'll always look beautiful."

She blushes a deep red and smiles at him. "Thanks, Brad."

I open my backpack and pass them both a pass each.

"Tori gave me these, to pass to you."

"Backstage passes? Awesome!" Ashley cheers.

"We've been going to Tori's concerts for so long, yet she still gets excited when she gets a backstage pass." Brad tells me, shaking his head.

"Pick me up at 5? The thing starts at 6 but you know how I like to hang with Tori." I ask and they nod.

I look back down at my disgusting tray of... is it worthy enough to be called food?

We start talking about more preparations for tonight until the bell rings, signifying the end of lunch and the start of physics.

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There's a honk outside the same time I open the front door of my humongous mansion- not to brag. They had already gotten through the gate- which I opened- so I know they're here.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Brad shouts and I chuckle a bit at his language.

"Calm your dick, I was saying bye to the staff." I say when I take a seat on the middle of the backseat and he shrugs.

Mom and dad are in Paris for work so it's just me and Tori at home for now besides the other workers in our mansion. 

"You look so good," Ashley turns around from the passenger seat to look at my outfit again and I thank her.

I am wearing a pink crop hoodie- I love those- with the word NOPE in bold, capital letters, paired with black leggings and converse as I let my curls fall down to my shoulders.

"You and Brad look awesome as well," I compliment and they thank me, getting into a fight with each other about who looks better.

Ashley is wearing a simple blue sparkly dress that ends about mid-thigh and black ankle heels to match. She has her blonde hair curled which makes it more voluminous and some bangles surround both her wrists.

Brad is wearing black khakis, black shoes and a T-shirt that is black on his right and gray on his left. His hair is tousled, as if he never touched it- but we all know he spent half an hour making it look natural.

"We're here!" I shout over the loud music emitting from the radio and the off key voices of the two idiots sitting in the two front seats when we reach the destination.