My real name is Joan, people say I am crazy, but I don't really care.
Right now, I am at the principal’s office of Harmony High School wearing a disguise so I look like a boy. I came to register as a student after I created fake ID's and documents.
I'm trying to sit still but I'm too nervous to stop moving. I sat there looking at every little thing in the room. It was really clean, much cleaner than my room. Sadly everyone believes girls are supposed to be clean but No, I'm not that type of girl. one of the reason I'm here in harmony high school is because the girls in my my former school kept gossiping about me. Calling me a dirty pig and they worst all was that they kept calling me flat boobs. yes I have a flat chest and I hate it.
"Mr. Faircliff...it's very nice to meet you." Principle rohan smiled
"It's good to meet you, too." I said, trying to change my voice.
He looked at my fake certificates and ID's, which I had designed by myself on Photoshop before printing it out.
"Well, Jim. We have everything ready for you to start today." He stands up and extends a hand to me. I stood up as well and shook his rough hands. "Welcome to our school." He said.
"Thank you." I smiled
I grabed my roster from him and walked out. I went into the dormitory and found my room.
"Who the hell are you?" Said a skinny boy, who was lying on one of the beds.
"Ummm, Jim faircliff. I'm your new roommate?" I frowned, questioning myself.
I closed the door behind me feeling the guy glaring at me. Then I drop my bags on my bed and sat down on it.
"What's your name?" I asked curiously
"Why do you care?" He…growled?
"Dude! Calm down!" I said
"I think it's best if i know the name of the person or people I'm going to be sharing this room with." I rolled my eyes
"Well you don't need to know my name because I'm not going to be talking to you." He said, laying back on his bed
"Tell me your name." I ordered, thinking he would do it
Stupid me.
"No, I don't know you, you could be a spy or something." He scoffed
"I’m not the one acting strangely, you are. You could be the spy. You’re the one who won't even tell me your name." I glared intensely.
"So, maybe I am a spy." He smirked
"Just tell me your f*cking name ?" I said
"Whoa calm down baby boy.. Calm down." He chuckled
"Who's 'baby boy'? And shut the hell up."
He didn't reply so I just gave up.
I grabbed my bags and started unpacking my things.
"Why do you look like a girl?" He asked
I can't let my secret come out. And this monkey right here would surely tell someone. I can't trust this kid.
"Are you insulting me?" I turned to his and narrowed my eyes
"You didn't answer my question. Why do you look like a girl?" He sat up
"I do not look like a girl."
"You sort of do." He arched a brow and looked over me
"I'm not talking to you until you tell me your name." I vowed, turning around
"You even talk like a girl."
I just continue unpacking my things. I'm serious about not talking to him until he tells me his name.
"The silent treatment. Oooh, I see how it is." He laughed
I remained silent.
"Fine now I'm just going to annoy the F*CK out of you until you talk." He growled
I turned around and looked him right in the face, and glared at him. He stared at me evenly. I looked at him, up and down while he did the same to me. I turned around and started unpacking my things again.
Suddenly something hit my back. I turn around to see what it was.A pillow.
This jerk actually threw a pillor at me.
"What was that for?" I asked calmly.
"I don't like you." He stated
"I didn't do anything to you. And I don't even care"
"You’re annoying and I don't like it like that. And I'm still deciding whether or not you’re gay." He nodded, completely serious
"I’m not gay." I laughed
"I'm not so sure yet."
"Whatever." I shrugged
Just at that moment someone knocked on the door. The kid got up and went to the door.
"Hey Ben, you ready to go?" Someone asked
Mmm, so his name is Ben.
"Yeah let’s go." ‘Ben’ said
He walked out the door without looking back.
"Well at least he's gone.” I muttered
When I was done unpacking my things, I walked over to his side of the room. I opened a few drawers just trying to see if he was ataully a spy as he claimed to be. You can find a lot about a guy by the things they have in their drawers. I looked under his bed, pillows, and dressers but I didn't find anything useful apart from old nude magazines.
