I stood in the bathroom gazing at my reflection. It was not the full cup of my n***d breast nor the hollow bellybutton that captured my attention; rather, it was the collateral damage I had done to my hair in the name of disguise. Below, were hair strands splattered on the faded-white sink. While the evil scissors and towel was on the other side.
"No one will recognize you." I muttered to myself. I trailed my fingers on the short hair and through the fringes, tilting my head either ways for a better view. Somehow, I felt more stupid than I look.
7.40 A.M, I heard the sound of the halting truck, quickly, I peeped through the window and saw that it was Addison. Although hesitant at first, I advanced to the truck with my hands firmly clasped on my school bag.
"Hey." I greeted. At the same
