Surviving my Scholarship

The Modernista

                "Well Grog, how do I look," I twirled for him once and he whistled a low chime at me. I haven't worn a school uniform since I was still together with my family. Thankfully, Mrs. Galloway had taken my measurements and gotten me one that actually fits. I smoothed down the skirt again staring at my eyes before popping in the contacts. "Here comes Perry," I grumbled.

                I turned back at Grog as he stuck his tongue out at me before crossing his arms and shaking his head. I understood what he meant. I hated hiding behind contacts and a wig. I walked back into the bathroom to adjust my wig.

                "If you want breakfast, Per, you have five seconds to report to the kitchen," Jon ordered over the speaker. I walked out of the bathroom and pushed the button and responded with a confirmation of my arrival shortly. I turned around to see a wrinkled harsh looking woman with her arms crossed sitting on the couch. Her face in what looks like a permanent frown.

                "Hello," she coldly stated in a voice that sounded like she smoked too much in the past. I turned and tried to open the door.

                "Jon," I screamed as loud as possible as I banged on the door. "Jon!"

                The door burst open and Jon stood ready with a weapon in hand. He turned me behind him and aimed at the woman sitting there and then scoffed lowering his weapon. He shook his head in disgust and pulled me back into the room.

                "Helga," he spat. "I told you to wait downstairs for her."

                "I wanted to learn about this helpless princess you keep locked away in her tower," her voice had become sweet and innocent. I glanced at her in confusion.

                "I gave you her folder to read," he growled at her and she shrugged.

                "It is better to meet them in a natural scenario," she stood going to the window and glancing out. Her hands tucked behind her back.

                "And," Jon rubbed my arm to calm me down.

                "She completely missed me on the couch. I could easily have killed her. She is not careful with her identity, parading around her room without her disguise. Should it not be on all the time? She may have a few neurons missing. She talks to no one and names them Grog. Good natural instincts for seeking out help. Though, she completely missed the effective use of the intercom in her pleas. She will be a lot of work," she reported before turning and heading out of the room. "Are we not going to be late for school?"

                I ran to the bed grabbing Grog and my satchel.

                "Sorry, sweetheart, no satchel," he pulled out a top of the line fashion designer bag. I saw some advertisements of around downtown and had rolled my eyes in disgust at the thing. Now, I grabbed it examining the insides. This was such a cool bag. I snapped myself out of it and pushed it back at him with a shake of my head. "You have to blend in. Anything less would scream different."

                I groaned as he shoved my things into the new bag. Jon patted my back in order to consul me.

                "To be fair, this was free," he attempted. "They have been trying to get Mrs. Galloway to use their things. Since, she leads most fashion on our planet. Usually, she would auction it off at various benefits."

                I forced a smile as I turned to head towards the front of the house.

                "Who is Helga," I asked as Jon followed me on my right.