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Chapter 1; A Different Person ✔✔(Tuesday)

So you are probably wondering where I am, how I got here, why and what am I doing. And also why was the whole school looking at me like I was bat-droppings crazy.

Well I came up with a brilliant plan. Shane said the only reason he wouldn't do the interview was because he hated me. Simple enough. So I had tried to be somebody else for today. I changed my whole look. Okay so, saying it out loud didn't really make it sound brilliant but trust me it would be. Hopefully.

My mom assumed that I was going through a phase when I walked out of the house with a hot pink dress, laced with black and a Harley Quinn boots and gloves; you know the ones without the fingers tips.
Instead of being worried or even a little bit upset, my mom busted out in a laughing fit at my outfit and made it clear that I had no style what-so-ever and my dad went along with mom.

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So at this time it's the hour of lunch and my priorities remain the same as before.

1. Take down the Shane beast & get the interview
2. Ace english & add extra to my college application
3. Get accepted to my college of choice and journalism course.

Beautiful.

I cautiously stepped over to the bench and cleared my throat to get Shane's attention. Today he was dressed in a long sleeved leather hoodie and a jeans. Surprisingly, his annoying demeanour did nothing to tarnish how attractive he was. As he saw me he groaned loudly but did a double take so quick he could of gotten whiplash.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He asked blinking repeatedly at me.

"Well...yesterday you said that you didn't want to do this because I was me. So now I'm not me. I'm a different person." Cue the applause.

He gave me the most cruel, evil chuckle I had ever heard.

"Trust me. You don't know or want to know anything about what it's like to be a different person." He muttered. With this said he secured the his shoulder bag he got off off the bench walked away.

What tf is his problem and what tf was he talking about. He clearly had some serious issues and this was too much for me. I went through all this trouble to be another person for nothing. Shut. And I looked weird. But then again weird is the most fashionable style.

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I made my way though the empty hallways trailing my hands along lockers. It was still lunch hour so everyone was probably in the cafeteria by now or doing some extra curriculum activity. Making my way to the class I knew my English teacher would be in, I knocked twice before twisting the silver doorknob and entering.

And So the begging began.

"Mrs. Greene please. Anybody else. Anything else in fact. I would rather interview a rock than that stubborn bastard. Lit-er-all-y. I would probably get more information from the rock anyway. It possesses more communication skills that...that " I paused and looked at Mrs. Greene's daring face. "Human being. Please Mrs. Greene. He's not even cooperating," I whined childishly at that, folding my arms.

Mrs. Greene was a very intelligent lady. She was slender and dark skin just about her early thirties. She was very beautiful and elegant with her high cheekbones and slender face. Her nose was straight and she had dark, excited eyes that sparked when she was teaching. She was one of the teacher's I liked the most and she was always kind to me.

"Mackenzie, I have already put this down as one of final grades? I know you wanted to complete it early so very hard for me to change it now."

"Is there no way?" I asked with hopeful eyes.