CHAPTER ELEVEN
"The New Me"
Kal stood staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was just wearing the clothes she wore everyday at home. Blue flares and a colored T-shirt. She tore off the baby blue tee and pulled on her black Harley Davidson winged hawk one. Black dress pants replaced the preppy jeans she had become accustomed to. She grabbed some black eyeliner out of the make up purse her aunt had given to her to "lightly accentuate herself" as she said. Of course Kal thought all of this a bunch of crap, and had never used it. She slowly traced each of her top eyelids with the dark make up. She reached into a small pocket of her backpack and found an eyeglasses container. She took off the round brown type glasses she had since she was in 3rd grade. She pulled out the sleek black rectangular glasses that she had been given in case hers broke. She looked at herself in the mirror. Totally different. She called her mom on her "magic proof" cell phone, and asked if she could wire her some new robes. She said something as an excuse like "they want us to wear some I don't know why." The robes her mother sent over in a flash were black with a silvery type shimmer. She looked down at her feet and sighed. They were a pair of pink striped Adidas sneakers Julie had given to her. She looked in the corner near where some girl named Misty bunked. Misty was a good friend, but they didn't hang out a lot, because Misty was schooled in America, along with her boyfriend Shane Hunter. Shane had been a crush of Kal's since before she could remember. When she lived back in America, not England. She thought shed never see them again, until they went on the one month exchange program. Kal looked around silently and tiptoed over to Shane's bunk. She reached under and stole his black Converses. He had 5 pairs, and he only wore one, he told her he was just randomly given them at Christmas from various relatives. He carried them around, just in case one broke. He wouldn't even notice.
She grabbed her bag and slowly walked down the staircase looking at her shoes, for some reason this felt right, like how she was meant to be, yet somehow it all seemed wrong. She was used to looking at people wearing all black and insulting their clothes. None of her friends were like this, then again, they weren't her friends anymore.
"The New Me"
Kal stood staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was just wearing the clothes she wore everyday at home. Blue flares and a colored T-shirt. She tore off the baby blue tee and pulled on her black Harley Davidson winged hawk one. Black dress pants replaced the preppy jeans she had become accustomed to. She grabbed some black eyeliner out of the make up purse her aunt had given to her to "lightly accentuate herself" as she said. Of course Kal thought all of this a bunch of crap, and had never used it. She slowly traced each of her top eyelids with the dark make up. She reached into a small pocket of her backpack and found an eyeglasses container. She took off the round brown type glasses she had since she was in 3rd grade. She pulled out the sleek black rectangular glasses that she had been given in case hers broke. She looked at herself in the mirror. Totally different. She called her mom on her "magic proof" cell phone, and asked if she could wire her some new robes. She said something as an excuse like "they want us to wear some I don't know why." The robes her mother sent over in a flash were black with a silvery type shimmer. She looked down at her feet and sighed. They were a pair of pink striped Adidas sneakers Julie had given to her. She looked in the corner near where some girl named Misty bunked. Misty was a good friend, but they didn't hang out a lot, because Misty was schooled in America, along with her boyfriend Shane Hunter. Shane had been a crush of Kal's since before she could remember. When she lived back in America, not England. She thought shed never see them again, until they went on the one month exchange program. Kal looked around silently and tiptoed over to Shane's bunk. She reached under and stole his black Converses. He had 5 pairs, and he only wore one, he told her he was just randomly given them at Christmas from various relatives. He carried them around, just in case one broke. He wouldn't even notice.
She grabbed her bag and slowly walked down the staircase looking at her shoes, for some reason this felt right, like how she was meant to be, yet somehow it all seemed wrong. She was used to looking at people wearing all black and insulting their clothes. None of her friends were like this, then again, they weren't her friends anymore.