Elizabeth stood before the mirror, smiling at her newly cut hair. It felt lighter, airier, and was far more functional then the two foot long braid she had in the past. It was the same hair, just shorter. It was still that same golden brown shade that all the girls had envied at her school in the past. It was still her hair. Now stop brooding, she told herself, it's over and done now.
~*^V^*~
She grabbed the garment bags with her new school uniforms inside. They was the usual suspects, pants, shirts, ties in the school colors of cerulean and black (there was even a plaid one, much to her delight) and jackets with the school name and coat of arms emblazoned on the breast pocket, Heta Academy.
The thing about Heta, well, it wasn't exactly cheap. She had worked for hours on the application essays and forms regarding scholarships and she still wasn't sure she could be accepted. You are a girl after all, the little voice told her, A weak, puny, GIRL... That was the catch, Heta was an all male school. And she was enrolled...
~*^U^*~
She laid the garment bags gently onto her bed and opened her suitcase to pack casual clothes for when classes were not in session. She went through her drawers and pulled out her favorites: her black and blue striped sweater, her officially licensed Star-Trek:TOS T-shirt (she had two, both signed by the entire cast, one framed original, one replica), her black straight-legged jeans (two pairs), and a long scarf with forty-seven "Soviet Russia" jokes written on it that she was always adding to, the most recent being; "Roses are red, Violets are blue, In Soviet Russia, Poem Write YOU!" She packed these (all but the scarf) and a few assorted Polos and khaki pants in her suitcase, leaving room on the top for something... AH! Here! She found the photo of her formally intact family and placed it gingerly on the stack of clothes. In the photograph, her mother and father still smiled. In the photograph, her twin brother was still laughing. In the photograph... her parents and brother were still alive.
~*^L^*~
She didn't feel all that bad about posing as her deceased brother
He didn't mind in the slightest,
Or so he told her from beyond the veil...
~*^C^*~
Jeans?
Check
Anti-prequel T-shirt?
Check
Leather Jacket?
Check
Soviet Russia Scarf?
Check.
Suitcase and luggage?
Check and check.
Ready to go.
~*^A^*~