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I happily walked back to my hotel room, smiling the whole way. My book would mostly be humor, and I was sure that boarding school was going to be fine. Then I remembered something; my hair.

That's right! I wasn't going to get a buzz cut or anything, but I would need to get it short enough so that the wig would be able to fit.

How was I going to get a stylist to cut it the right way though? It's not like I could tell anyone about what I was doing. Someone would report it to the school, and I would get thrown out for sure.

I was looking through the streets when I came across what I wanted "Haircuts Made Simple."

That was perfect, there weren't too many people in it, and when I entered no one looked up except for one woman who didn't have any customers.

"Can I help you miss?" She asked politely.

"Yes," I responded.

"What style would you like? Your hair is so nice, there's a lot that you could do with it. Maybe cutting three inches with layers, would you like that?"

I was about to say yes, but I remembered my original mission here. If this lady wanted my hair to look more girly, she was going to be sadly disappointed.

"Actually, I would like to get it cut, maybe chin length," I said, feeling sadder by the minute.

She looked surprised, and stared at my face. Her expression was one of confusion, but she didn't seem disappointed or anything.

"Well, that is a lot of hair, and I think I could make something that looks nice. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, but just a simple cut, and maybe you could add layers." Would that be easier to hide and pin down?

I already had the wig picked out, and it looked exactly like a boy's cut.

I waited while the woman cut off all of my hair, and after half an hour, she showed my new look, and I jumped back.

"I, wow, thank you. It's certainly different," I managed to say calmly.

I still looked like a girl, and it worried me in case I ended up losing my wig or something. What if I got my hair cut to look exactly like a boy's haircut. It would save me a ton of time in the morning, and be less stressful.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked me.

"No, but could you make it shorter, not too short, but maybe something that would look like a medium length boy's haircut? I need something that looks a little more boyish, it's for a school play."

She looked at me strangely, and finally shrugged. Hopefully she wouldn't suspect anything.

"Alright, I will try my best. I usually cut women's hair, and not men's, so I can't guarantee that it will turn out the way you want it to."

"No problem, just try your best," I said.

I was definitely giving this woman a good tip, simply for being able to handle weird customers. She was taking everything so coolly, and the best thing was that she was trying to do her job correctly.

After another half hour, I looked back into the mirror, and stared. It was amazing what just one haircut could do to a face. Honestly, I looked like a boy right now. If it weren't for my girl's clothes and shoes, and if someone saw me from a distance, I bet that I could pass for a boy.

My hair wasn't too short either, but not too long, the perfect length. This woman had done exactly what I'd wanted her to do, but she looked worried.

"I'm sorry, is this close to what you wanted?" She asked, concerned.

I smiled. "It's perfect, thank you! It couldn't have turned out better."

She grinned seeing my approval. "Well, it is the first time that a female customer has requested a boy's haircut, so I wasn't too sure what I should do."

"Thanks again. How much? That probably took the time of two haircuts, right?"

"Well, we can negotiate that if you want to. One haircut is twenty, so…"

I cut her off before she could continue; there was no way that I was going to pay her for only one hair cut.

"Okay, do you think that fifty five would cover it?" I asked.

"Um, miss, this is way too much, I can't accept…"

"Please, take it. This covers the cost of two haircuts, and a fifteen dollar tip," I said.

"Alright, if you're sure. Please, come again, this was probably the most interesting appointment so far," she said, laughing.

"Well, I will be sure to recommend you to the director of my school play. Have a nice day."

So, I waved, and walked off, continuing to my hotel room. What was it going to be like in a week? It was currently Monday, and I was still feeling pretty confident. This haircut did scare me a little though, and I could barely recognize myself, but it was all part of the plan.

For the past month, I had been studying boys' behavior, how they addressed each other, and most importantly, how to speak in a deep voice. I had practiced enough so that I sounded somewhat like a boy.

I wasn't exactly flat chested, but wasn't too obvious either, which was why I thought that baggy clothes would be best. Now the wig was no longer needed, and I was getting more organized.

Since I was rooming alone, I wouldn't have to worry about shampoo and stuff being hidden. It wasn't like people would be randomly coming into the room. Whenever I wasn't in class, I could safely act like a girl.

Then, I thought about something. Wouldn't it get lonely eventually? I had always been an introvert, but wherever I went, I usually made a few friends. If that is what a character would experience, then I guess that's what I would write.

The Marriott hotel where I was staying appeared, and I took the stairs, not wanting a lot of people to see my face. It would probably be best to keep a low profile for the rest of the week.

1 week later…

I had been constantly calling the concierge to see if I had received any mail, and finally, today, a week later, they had received an envelope addressed to Bella Swan.

I ran down the stairs, eagerly. I couldn't wait to see what my schedule was; assuming that it was all of the classes that I'd chosen.

"Thanks a lot," I said, before quickly walking off.

I waited to open the envelope until I got to my room, just in case something fell out. As I opened it, I saw a letter in handwriting, which seemed strange. As I looked more closely, I saw that it was from Principal Franklin.

Dear Ms. Swan,

First, I would like to congratulate on getting accepted into the school, but more importantly, I would like to wish you good luck. The boys should be well behaved, and it should be safe.

Please, if anything is wrong, or someone finds out, it would be best to come see me. I will do my best to keep you safe, but as I said before, I cannot guarantee anything. If you wish to leave the school at any time, then please let me know, and I will send the grades that you received here, to whatever school you are going to.

Your new name that you requested has been accepted into the system, and we do not have any other Mike Johnsons in our school. It was a good idea to pick a common name, and I trust that you have everything else organized.

Welcome to ForksHigh School, and I hope that you receive the experiences that will help you with your new book. Perhaps, if everything goes well, then I might even make the school coed, and you could come next year if you enjoy it.

I think that having more girls might be pleasant, and give the school a calmer atmosphere in general.

Again, please consult me if anyone threatens you, or harms you, and I will do my best to stop it. Generally, if a boy goes too far, then it will most likely result in expulsion. Hopefully our school will meet your needs and expectations.

Good luck,

Principal Franklin

I read the letter again, and stared at it. It seemed like Principal Franklin genuinely cared about my safety, and that made me feel reassured.

Well, it was time to go to Forks High School, and find room 232. Being prepared was what I was best at, and I doubted that schoolwork would be much harder. Besides, wasn't this like going to college, and getting away from the family?

I quickly changed. I wore a loose sweatshirt that was about two sizes too big, and pulled on baggy jeans. There was no way that I was wearing boxers; I couldn't make myself do it.

I messed my hair up a little, pulled on a baseball cap, and paired the whole outfit with aviator sunglasses.

Last were my new Nike shoes. They looked a little too small to be a guy's foot, but I didn't have a choice. If I ended up falling during gym or something, and my clothes got loose, then I was in trouble.

I looked back at myself in the full length mirror, and sure enough, I looked like a boy. Wow! I didn't recognize myself at all. If I'd been on the street and saw myself, then I would have thought that the person was a boy. One of the main reasons why I'd picked this school was because it didn't require uniforms.

I took the elevator this time, checked out, and got into my Honda. The short drive was pleasant, and once I saw the school, I could only stare. It looked very fancy, and the campus was fairly large. (For this story, the school will have more students and look a little different.)

I walked in the halls up to the room and ran into Mr. Franklin. He looked at me, and nodded.

"Mr. Franklin," I said in a deep voice that I'd perfected. "Nice to see you again."

He turned back, and I took off my sunglasses. "Wow, Ms…I mean, Mike, good job. I didn't recognize you, and the voice is very good. Welcome."

"Thanks sir," I said, continuing.

"All of you go find your rooms now, classes start tomorrow, and I don't want anyone to be late," he snapped. Was Mr. Franklin really strict?

According to the map, I was in the right dorm building, and my room was on the second floor.

I took the elevator, and as I passed other boys, they didn't seem to notice anything either because they were too busy talking or simply didn't care.

"Room 232," I whispered once I saw it. The door was easy enough to unlock, and I slowly stepped inside.

There were two double beds, two dressers, and two desks. Thank god it didn't have a communal bathroom. Wasn't I supposed to have a room to myself? Oh well, there was no one else inside, so it didn't matter.

I sat down on the bed to the far left since it was farthest away from the door, and started putting my clothes away. I left my underwear in my suitcase in case someone came in, which wasn't likely, but better safe than sorry.

2 hours later…

No one had come yet, so I started to feel better. The school was clearly reliable for having considered my request.

All thoughts of how good the school was were interrupted when I heard another key in the door. I quickly pulled my sunglasses back on, and saw the door open.

A boy came in, a gorgeous boy with green eyes and reddish brown hair. Though right now, it didn't matter how good looking he was. He had a suitcase, an expensive one, and stared at me.

"Hey man. Did you request a room to yourself too?" He asked me. I nodded because I was too shocked to speak.

"So did I. The same thing happened last year. Guess they had too many students who applied. Since we both requested the same living situation, they must have thought that we would get along."

"Y-yeah," I said. My voice sounded more like a girl's now.

"Um, are you okay?"

"Yes."

"I'm Edward," he said, extending his hand.

I didn't know what to say. What the hell was I going to do now?

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