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2 months later

Isabella's POV

I take a deep breath as Richard's car rolls up to the gates of the school. I look at him, fear and excitement running through me. "This is it, huh? Do you think I'm going to fit in?" he smiles and gives me two thumbs up.

"You're gonna fit in perfectly, they won't notice anything bro!" I smile a crooked smile.

"Yeah, but these nicknames are so ridiculous… I mean bro, seriously? And I don't think I really look like a guy, my eyelashes are way too long! And my lips and-and eyes, don't you think they'll notice? Oh god, we haven't covered my chest enough, I think it points out! Do you-mphh!" he cuts me off with his hand over my mouth, a bored look on his face.

"Quiet. Now. You look great, Bella, okay? I've styled you, of course they won't notice! I'm the master. Now get out there and be the guy you are!" I look at him angrily.

"Hey!" he gives me a 'really?' look and I look down at myself. "Oh right, you're right. I can do this, right!" I step out of the car with a determined face. A guy walks past and looks at me.

"Sup bro." he says, then he keeps going. I frown and sit back into the car, closing the door. "I can't do this, let's go home. Go, go go. "he groans and steps out of the car, walking over to my side. He opens the door and drags me out.

"You. Are. Going. In. Got it?" I sigh, I guess I can't win this one. I hug Richard and thank him for everything he's done, then I grab my bags and starts walking into the school. I open the golden gates and walk into the big school-area. Passing a window, I stop and look at myself in it.

Richard did make a really good job- I look like a guy! The wig I'm wearing is black and long enough to reach behind my ears where it curls up. I brush it behind my ears properly before looking at myself again. A faint beard on the end of the chin is glued on, and I wear a red sweatshirt with a white shirt under it, the collar sticking out. To match with that, I wear a pair of beige chinos and white low converse.

I throw a smaller bag over my shoulder and walks into the main-building to sign up. The school is just marvelous, marble and this dark, luxurious wooden floor… the couches are made in black leather and there's a great chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I've never seen anything like this! It's like a 5-star hotel or something… my old boarding-school looked like an in or something, but this place is awesome!

I stand in the line for signing up and look around a little at the people here. Everyone looks so smart, somehow. My eyes suddenly stop at a corner, where 3 guys are talking. One of them looks like he's from India, with dark skin and black, curly hair and when I hear their voices in the distance, he sounds very… Indyish. Beside him stands a guy with green hair- and may I just add, how in the world have a green-haired guy managed to get in to this school? He does look very sophisticated though… he wears beige chinos, a white shirt with a dark-purple vest over it and a black tie to that and he seems to speak in a British accent.. even though he doesn't say very much, I heard him say something at least.

Beside him stands a fiery-red haired guy with a triangle-shaped head. Eyes deepblue and bright with life, just like… the ocean! Yep, from no one I love the ocean. They're beautiful… and he's so handsome! I can't believe I think a guy with a triangelhead is hot, but he really is! He seems to be the only American guy there, he clearly speaks with the accent. He wears a yellow sweatshirt with an orange shirt under, like me. His pants are black and he has a pair of white low converse. He's.. perfect.

"Uhm, mister? Are you going to stare at him all day, or are you going to sign up already?" asks the man behind the desk irritably, and loud, of course. The triangle-guy looks at me and notices my stare.

He smiles uncomfortably and waves unsurely, then he turns back to his friends. I sigh and put my face in my hand. Smooth, Isabella. Just smooth.

I walk into my room and looks around. The room is as luxurious as the rest of this place- with two big beds in each corner of the room and a big TV along with a refrigerator. The windows reaches from the floor to the ceiling, but they are easily covered with big curtains. There's a huge closet, but hey, I'm a guy now so I can't put almost anything in there, I only got girl clothes. And all the clothes Richard and I bought for me. The bathroom is in marble and with a big shower and an even bigger bathtub.

I smile big at the sight- it's so cool. I walk out of the bathroom, humming on some random tune in my bright, girly voice. You can't believe how much work we had to put in to get my voice good, it's just so bright and squeaky! And getting it deep and manly was hard.

"Cause you know I'm falling for you baby, hmm hmm.." I sing as I step into the room again. I walk up to my bed and lay some pillows on it. And then… let's just say the following minute did not go exactly as planned…

"Hey there roommate!" someone calls behind me. My eyes turn to the size of plates and I scream loud as I turn around and by pure instinct, punch the owner of the voice in the face. I got scared, okay?

He falls to the floor, clutching his nose. I put my hands over my mouth and bow down to his level to apologize and have a closer look at him and, of course. It's the triangle boy.