I stare out the window all bundled up in my winter getup. My bag sits next to me as I sigh. Then I open the window and take out the screen. I jump from the window. Bag-in-hand and run.
I look behind me and find that I'm farther away than I thought. I stop and catch my breath. I look in the bag and check that nothing fell out. I have my hair dyeing stuff, my cloths, my fake ID, my money. I'm good.
I jump the fence and walk into the carnival happening near by I walk up to one of the giant sinks and take put the hair dye stuff. I brush the goo into my hair and tie it up into a seran-wrap cap which I then cover in the beanie I had been wearing previously.
I then apply way to much make up and wait for my hair to be dyed.
*half an hour later of Night of the Museum 3 on Netflix*
My alarm goes off and I put my phone back in my pocket. I rinse my hair and go into the porta potty to change into a navy pea coat, black infinity scarf, skinny jeans and black pumps. I really don't need them to look different, I never wore makeup, and my hair was dark brown, not caramel but I need them not to be suspicious. I step out and take the bus to the apartment building which housed the apartment I rented out.
When I get to my apartment I collapse on my bed, they had no doubt that I was Raven Harris. And why should they? I am, there is no more Bright Underwood.
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Far From Home
FanfictionBright Underwood is a normal eighteen year old girl. Well not so much, she is a orphan who acts older than she is, to live without any parental guidance. All she wants is to be normal. But she becomes the complete opposite of normal when she meets s...
