A Girl In An All-Boys' School. Mismatch.

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A Girl In An All-Boys' School. Mismatch.

I couldn't believe I promised Kevin.

I was on my way to Cadoan Academy for the new semester with him. It was night time so he was sleeping. We would be reaching the school in the morning. I was totally dreading it. Uhm, did I mention it's an ALL-BOYS' school?

Kev had been my best friend since we were five. We had been in the same class since kindergarten and had always been together. I think that was why I agreed to this preposterous plan of his to disguise as a boy to enter Cadoan Academy.

I was still pretty shocked that I was even eligible to entering CA. Kev was a genius. He never studied and passed with flying colors all the time. I never studied, but I barely scraped pass with a B, or sometimes an A. Guess my hard work paid off. I mugged during the last week before exams started and scored straight A's.

Oh wait. That's not the point.

I WAS GOING TO ATTEND A BOYS' SCHOOL FOR 3 WHOLE YEARS.

It all happened like this. Kev showed his awesome results to his mom and she, always wanting the best for Kev, made him enter Cadoan. Of course Kev was not unwilling. He was all too willing to enter. He is gay. Okay, I do not have anything against gays. Hey, I have a gay best friend! Anyway, I was still sulking about not being able to attend the same high school as Kev when he proposed this ludicrous idea. I actually thought it was brilliant at that point of time. The thought of leaving Kev was depressing. We never had been separated before. So without ado, I sent in my application together with his. My doctored application.

It was only until the week before our departure that I thought of all the horrible things I would have to do to hide the fact that I'm a girl.

1. Wear a wig (I was so definitely not gonna cut my hair. Though I was not exactly a very girly girl, I still wanted to keep my blonde hair. It had always been admired by people so I would rather hide it than cut it.)  

2. Bind my chest. (Omg that was gonna be so uncomfortable. I was like a C and I had to make myself look like I'm a washboard.)  

3. Lower my voice. (It was not gonna be that easy. Though I my voice wasn't the kind that's very high-pitched, I still sounded like a girl.)  

4. Wear large clothing. (To hide my figure. I was quite athletic so I did have a waist.)

And the terrible list goes on.

Well, I guess I should have stopped complaining that much when I made that choice myself. Looking on the bright side, I was 5'7". Though it's kinda short for a guy, it's passable I guess. I always had more guy friends than girl friends so I guess I would be able to behave more manly and handle social situations adeptly (?)

Urgh. Thinking about those had made my head hurt.

I would just sleep and stop thinking that much..... Everything would be alright with Kev helping. I hoped.  

The day after marked the start of another of my wild adventures..

By the way, the name's Chloe.