-- Changes --

Voices were heard from behind the study, oak-door. Hushed, arguing. The woman smiled and shook her head. "Those two ..." She muttered and put her ear against the keyhole. She could barely hear them.
"I'm telling you, I don't always want to be your child!" The angry voice of her only child could be heard. "I want to be me!"
"So you are saying that would solve all of the problems? It isn't you either!"
"I don't care. I want this, and even if you try ... you can't stop me."
"I'm not going to. If this is what you want …"
Footsteps were heard and the woman quickly moved away from the door. Shortly after the door was slung open and the girl looked at her mother with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Hi mom!" She said and flashed a smile. Then she walked past her, humming.
She had gotten her will …

As the scissor cut more and more off of her hair, the more positive she got. It was the right thing to do! She could feel it! But then again, her gut feeling had never been that great … No, she had to keep her mind straight!
Always had she been known as his child - not for herself! None of her friends from school was even her real friends - they just wanted the fame emitting from her.
"Leeches ..." She muttered annoyed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. The private hairdresser of her moms looked down on her, but understood the girl was only talking to herself. The rich girl found a magazine and looked at the front page with a sigh.
That really doesn't help on the mood! She thought.
The headline read with big, yellow letters: Billionaires Cat-Fight!
O-kay, perhaps she had crossed the line just a little bit, but still … It wasn't her fault! That damn girl had annoyed her like no one ever had even tried before. She had hold back at first, but in the end …
No, she didn't want to think of it! Happy thought … like her yoga-instructor tried to tell her every single time they met.
In stead she threw the magazine away again, watched it hit the wall and looked into the mirror hanging in front of her. If she didn't already know it was her, she would never have guessed. She almost got shocked … almost.
She smirked.
Perfect …

God, how her mother had laughed, when she saw her … That really didn't help anything.
"You look like …" She tried saying, but just couldn't get the words further than to her lips. "Like- …"
"You know mom, that's the point." She said annoyed and passed her up the stairs. Rolling her eyes, she looked a final time down onto the light-blonde woman, crunching down onto the polished floor in a fit of laughter. And people call me kid? At least I am one!
Then she passed her butler and opened the door into her room. She dropped onto the bed and just stared at the suitcase in front of her, half packed, but still not entirely. Once again those doubting thoughts returned to her. What was she doing? Would she really give it all up? What would happen? Would anyone believe it?
Thousand and thousand of thoughts ran through her mind, and she tried choking them all with a pillow. But in vain – they continued popping up. It's going to be just great. And if it now should get messed up … I can always return home! She tried telling herself …
The only problem was, she didn't really believe it …
She sighed.
Shut up mind! It became quiet … Thank you …

Your POV

You almost glared at the little ball in your hand. Since when weren't you able to hit it? You had tried hitting it … over and over again. But nothing had happened. It had just bounced of, away from you. It felt like it was ignoring you …
Ok, calm down … there's probably an explanation!
You blew one of your two bangs away from your face, since it had decided to get into your eye. It watered … that actually did hurt! Your now short hair at least wasn't in your way anymore. Total freedom! You snorted and shook your head. The Friday, two days ago, you had walked up to the principal, glared at him and said you would leave the school. Which you had.

So long wonderful, deluxe food – welcome cantina food!

Bye-bye soft, comfy chairs – hello hard, wooden ones!

Arividercy perfect, rich school – nice to meet you, new, crabby one …!

Fine, that didn't sound too great or anything, bet hey - you liked sarcasm! But you were starting to get tired of the other one anyways. And the people there? Brr ... All snobs and 'oh-look-at-me!' - it was too much, you wanted to - sorry for the language - puke or something. At least it made you sick! You really didn't have any true friends, they all just wanted to hang out with you. Why? Of course because of him ... Your dad! Just because he had to be the richest person of all their parents - together.
Now, who didn't want to hang out with the rich-girl?
You rolled your eyes, still glaring at the ball - but not really. Your mind had trailed off one out of oh so many times onto that trail of thoughts. But still, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. There had been great memories too ... just, not as many as there had been bad ones.

Positive! You told yourself.
You shook the thoughts of you and focused on the ball. That little ball ...

It may be, you had only played tennis for two years now, but it really was something you were good at! In two years you had played in many tournaments - and won. Another thing the press could go wild over. Billionaire AND Tennis-Player!
Indeed, after your first tournament you had claimed as yours, you couldn't move outside your house unless you wanted to get attacked. That was one of the things you really did hate ... The Press.

Dammit! You had done it again. You really did have problems with focusing. Shaking your head furiously, you raised your red and black racket, threw the ball up and slung it.
Nothing, what so ever, happened. It just rolled away after hitting the ground. You sighed and kicked it away. This was really getting annoying!
"You should just continue trying." A voice said.
You turned around ...
There he stood.
That smile.
No, I'm a BOY!