Hey, hey, hey! Another chapter that starts off the whole new life Bri, or should I say 'Myra', has spun into. R&R!!! This should be one of the best chapters yet! She's finally in Tulsa! Oh, and yes, they did have contacts for eyes.

AND TO ANYONE THAT WONDERED OR CAUGHT WHY THE ASTERIK WAS BY THE WORD(S) LEVI JEANS IN THE LAST CHAPTER, IT WAS BECAUSE BRI WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO DRESS POOR, BUT SHE WORE THE RICH CLOTHES. LEVIS WERE CONSIDERED 'RICH CLOTHES' BACK IN THE 60'S AND 70'S.

Bri's POV

"Sweetheart, let's go! We're going to be late!" My mother called for me from the bottom of the stairs.

I drug my suitcases to the top of the stairwell, out of breath. I sat them down.

"Mom, I can't carry all of these," I complained. They were so heavy; they had all of my new clothes packed into three 'king sized' suitcases with new makeup from Leon and hair supplies from Carol packed into a smaller, but just as complex, bag.

"Trevor, please-" Mom tapped her foot while Trevor walked up the stairs and heaved my bags down the steep stairs.

"Thank you, Trevor," I said flipping my newly dyed hair behind my shoulder. I was still getting used to the contacts and looking in the mirror to jump and realize that that wasn't another person I was looking at; it was myself.

"Come on, Bri," Mom snapped again. I walked faster down the stairs. At the base of it awaited Annie, Claire, Jack, Stephanie, Mom, and Anna.

"Do you have everything?" Annie asked, taking out a little notebook and a pen.

"Yes," I breathed boredly. I had answered that question all morning.

"Just checking," Annie said not looking up at me. Her feet were fidgeting as she made a mark in her notebook.

"Okay," she said looking up and smiling. "Let's get the show on the road, people, her plane leaves in three hours."

Anna hopped along beside me. "Bri, I can't believe you're actually doing this." She smiled at me encouragingly.

"Either can I," I said softly checking my hair and clothes in my hand-held mirror.

For moving, I was wearing a gray knee length skirt, gray knee highs, my new mary-janes, and a white colored shirt with a red and yellow tie. Over that I had a gray jacket with a red and yellow scarf to match. Honestly, the whole get-up was kind of cute; nothing I'd wear everyday though. Mom said that I was wearing that so if anyone spotted my family without me, and they asked who I was, I was to say that I was a cousin that was leaving to boarding school, only Bri couldn't make it to see me off. Mom and Dad said to be expecting some questions then about my 'mysterious' cousin and how I felt not to be able to see her. Dad made up the whole story anyway so I knew it was a good one.

The sky was overcast and looked like rain as our car drove down the interstate, but even that couldn't ruin my giddy mood. It was about an hour before we made it to the airport and the place wasn't that crowded.

Of course, it was small, so it wasn't going to be so crowded. And thankfully it wasn't.

We parked in a secluded area in underground parking where only a small Ford was parked. Trevor decided to go in after we convinced him that if anyone recognized him too, we'll say that the real me sent him to protect my cousin if there were to be any problems.

Trevor lifted my suitcases and my posse and I walked silently into the airport. It was already decorated for Halloween even though it was only October 2. Everyone stepped to the side by the window in the front.

"Who's going where with who?" Mom asked. "Should we all go back?"

"I think I should go back," Claire announced.

"Why?" Mom asked.

"..Because I love Myra," she coughed.

Mom sighed. "Everyone can go then." She looked at our crowd intently. "Act natural," she hissed. Mom then turned on her heel with my bags and started clacking her shoes towards the front desk (decorated up in orange and black) and didn't look back at us.

"Obviously she didn't want all of us to come," Annie whispered in my ear and I nodded in agreement.

We all followed Mom who had my ticket; a piece of paper with writing on it.

She turned back to us and shoved the paper into her purse. She gave me a once over and immediately handed me a mirror. "Check yourself," she demanded.

I looked at my hair which was shiny and smooth and my eyes looked naturally blue.

I handed her back the mirror, not finding any imperfections. "When am I leaving?" I asked. I crossed my arms.

Jack checked his watch. "20 minutes," he answered.

Everyone kind of gasped and I saw Annie turn away to wipe some tears. I kind of felt homesick already too…

"Well let's hurry everyone," Mom said in an almost squeaky voice. "We can get to the gate in ten minutes."

Anna put her arm around me as we doubled back behind everyone. "I'm going to miss you," she said looking down.

I gave her hand a little squeeze. "I'm going to miss you too."

"Write to me about Oklahoma," she asked. "I heard it's pretty."

"I will."

"-Myra." I heard my mother's voice.

"You're going to be boarding early," she said to me, straightening my tie. "I just heard some people talking."

"Okay," I said. My heart started to beat faster. The moment had come.

"Be good and don't give your father any troubles."

I sniggered. "I won't."

"Boarding flight 404 from New York, New York to Tulsa, Oklahoma." A woman's voice was amplified over a gate PA system.

Mom looked into my eyes. "Don't tell a soul," she hissed nicely in my ear.

I nodded and refused to look at anyone else when I gave them all hugs.

I took my ticket and handed it to the lady when I boarded. I felt like I was leaving my body to go into someone else's. I was leaving my life behind…

I sat in the first seat on the left side by the window. Immediately I knew I needed more deodorant; I was so nervous.

I didn't feel like making myself any happier so I laid my head on the cool window and fell asleep.

"Welcome to Tulsa, hope you had a nice flight and we hope to see you soon."

I was jerked awake by the flight attendants voice. I put a hand to my head. My head was pounding; I felt like I had just slept a hundred years like Sleeping Beauty. That was my favorite part I played on stage. No Bri, you're Myra now, you're life is totally different.

The small man beside me jerked awake as well and yawned. He looked up at me and back to the aisle and got up.

People were piling from their seats to grab their small bags from the overhead bins.

New life begins now.

I slowly got up from my feeling my legs get stronger. I stretched and waited for all of the people to pass. Some looked at me and smiled and others just passed me up. Some looked rich and some looked poor. I waited quietly until everyone passed before taking my turn to walk out.

"Hope you had a nice flight." A petite flight attendant with mousy hair and a southern accent smiled at me.

"T-Thank you. I-I did." I smiled back shakily and walked down the walkway up into the airport.

I was shaking even though it was quite warm as I walked through the door and looked around for my dad.

It was crowded even though it was about 5 in the afternoon. I stood there alone until I spotted a man in a corner. Dad.

He looked a lot older than the last time I saw him which was last summer. His face looked a lot older and his hair was a little grayer. He looked at me and smiled a little.

I started up immediately and scurried over to him. He held his arms out to me and hugged me.

"Hi Daddy."

"Hi Myra."

I smiled a little. It was weird that he wasn't calling me Bri but he was going along with it which meant he approved and cared about my wishes.

"Was it a long flight?" Dad asked when I pulled away.

"I slept the whole time," I answered, fidgeting a little.

He looked at my outfit. "Did it work?" he asked. "The clothes?"

"Yeah, no one said a thing. I was kinda happy about that." It was kind of cool to not have anyone calling my name or asking for an autograph.

Dad smirked a little as we made our way down to get my bags. "A little weird to not have anyone looking at you?"

I blushed and looked away a little. "Yeah…" Not to be cocky, but I was used to a lot of attention and I liked not having people calling out to me, but I missed it all the same.

People passed and still payed no attention to me at all. I smiled a little. They all walked along like I was just another face in the crowd.

We finally made it down to the baggage claim. I stayed back by the seats while Dad stayed to get my baggage. I had the most out of everyone and we were the last ones to leave. He grabbed my pink bags and headed back to me.

"What do you have in here?" he asked, trying to lift it all. He strained.

"Everything I need to make this role successful," I said smoothly and took my little bag and winked.

Dad grinned back at me and we headed out to the car.

I smiled and breathed in the fresh air when we got outside. "It's so warm here," I said in amazement. It was fairly cold in New York.

"I know, it's amazing here," Dad said when we approached the car. We were parked under a tree.

We threw my bags in the back and I hopped up front. Dad looked at me for a moment curiously. "Leon and Carol did good on you," he said slowly. "It's perfect for your character." He grabbed something out of his bag at my feet and threw it on my lap. It was a folder.

"Memorize it, it's your past and why you're here," Dad explained.

I opened the green folder and flipped through the many pages. They were labeled 'Nationality' 'Parents' 'Lived' and more.

"Um, okay," I said looking at my profile. Parents divorced. Mother died from car accident. Only child. I felt like this was a role. It wasn't like a real vacation at all.

"After memorizing that you've got the world at your feet and a full vacation ahead, Baby," Dad said eyeing me. He always knew what I was thinking.

"Yup," I answered softly and put the folder at my feet before sitting back.

I watched the passing cars and the buildings. To these people, the buildings might have been big, but compared to New York they were nothing. I suddenly felt homesick. I sighed and looked away.

"So I supposed that you want to settle in tonight and just relax?" Dad questioned.

I nodded.

"You want me to go get some Chinese? It's your favorite."

I smiled at him. "Yes, please."

He grinned and sped through a red light.

We were home within a few more minutes and I sat in the car for a moment before getting out. Dad closed the garage door and brought my things into the house for me. "Maybe you should try to memorize Myra's life tonight while you put your things away," he suggested.

I nodded and took my stuff upstairs to my room. It was a long hallway and my room was at the very end of it.

I opened my door to find everything the way it was last time I was there. My room was pink with posters on the wall; Johnny Mathis, Elvis, anyone you could think of. My bed was still half made- the way I left it because I was in a hurry to pack and leave. Only difference was that it was cold in there. It was cold because the door had been shut for over a year, but it felt like it was cold because it was mirroring my feelings; cold and confused…but I still felt comfortable.

I dropped my bags on the floor. "Bri, what have you done this time?" I asked my self, then answered with, "Bri, this is what you wanted. And you have it." I smiled in spite of myself and flopped down onto my messy bed.

I sat up again and looked at my papers I was supposed to memorize.

"My name is Myra Scarlett Little," I began in my new southern accent. "And I'm from Austin, Texas…"

I had no idea how many hours it was before I stopped to take a break and look down at the papers. I had memorized it all. I sighed and smiled.

"BRI!!" I heard Dad's voice calling.

"Yeah?" I cried running out onto the stairs.

"Dinner!"

I raced down the stairs. I hadn't realized how hungry I'd been.

I raced to the bottom of the steps to find that there had been red carpet rolled out from the stairs all the way down the hall. I followed it excitedly. It ended in the dining room where Dad was standing and smiling with two plates full of Chinese food.

"For you."

I grinned. "Thanks Dad." I said, sitting in the chair he had pulled out for me.

"I thought you needed a little bit of your old life in this one," he said.

I just shrugged and took a mouthful of egg roll. Oh, baby.

I ate slowly but steadily and didn't say a whole word. I was done after four egg roles and some rice. Dad took my plate and walked it into the kitchen.

"You should probably go rest," he called from over the running sink. "Tomorrow's your last day as Bri!"

"Okay!" I called back and raced myself up the stairs and into my bedroom. The clock said 7:45. Ah, well. I undressed and put on my white t-shirt and pink shorts before slipping under my down comforter. It engulfed me and I was immediately asleep.

I wanted to move on to the next chapter so I tried to make it pretty good without making it tooooo…sucky. Review please:) Ponyboy's chapter is next then Bri comes to school!!