Katrina Grey has always steered clear out of drama's way seeing to the fact that she has a secret, and with the constant changes in society, that secret might emotionally and physically destroy her or save the lives of those who she loves.
But one...
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I feel different. I catch a glimpse of the gorgeous girl standing in the mirror. It takes my best not to be fascinated by her. She wears grey knee-length socks with black converses paired with high waisted denim shorts and a over-sized black top which is tucked in the front and left open in the back.
Her jawline is more defined and is set while the visible freckles on the highest point of her cheekbone make her look undeniably beautiful. Her nose has a slight natural blush and her eyes look dangerous and sharp. A smokey eye outlined with an eyeliner, lashes made longer and thicker with the help of a mascara and the bottom of her eye defined with kohl.
Her copper brown is tied is a fancy braid exposing her pink, purple and blue highlights which were freshly coloured. Her maroon eyes look fierce.
All this to prove to Jaxon that Xavier isn't CRL and it is someone else.
Someone who is a girl.
I know I have always said that I hate being the centre of the attention but it is not like anybody is going to recognize me. I am like two different people. Katrina and CRL. Totally different.
While CRL openly flaunts the beauty that she has only with her eyes and body leaving the lips, jawline, nose to your imagination. She dresses in dark clothes whereas Katrina. She hides her beauty like it is a contagious disease. She doesn't expose her arms because she thinks that if she does then somehow people will know her past. She puts a blonde wig to hide her dangerous yet gorgeous highlights. She puts brown lenses so that no one can see the most beautiful pair of eyes.
She wears baggy clothes to hide her figure. She runs from her past but it somehow always manages to catch up to her. She wants freedom. She wants to be set free but is kept captive by her own thoughts.
She has a hole in her heart that cannot be healed by whatever means. She misses them everyday. She is stupid.
A tear rolls down my right eye and I quickly wipe my tear. This isn't a day to cry. Its a day to fight. To live.
Just like every other day.
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My bike stops right at the start line of the race track.
The crowd goes crazy cheering CRL over and over again. My Kawasaki Ninja H2R roars and the cheers get louder. I find Jaxon and the Jocks on the bleachers talking to some girls.
Jaxon turns around with a smirk and is shocked to see.....well me. The smirk dissapeears of his face faster than you can say *poof*. He looks at me. He takes in every inch of my skin and raises his eyebrow when he finds a scarf covering my nose and lips when I remove my helmet.
He walks over to his car and I find myself staring at the newest model of Ferrari. He gets in his car and steps on the accelerator making it roar.
