"How do you run the mafia?" he questions, wiping the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I ground myself enough to not let the power get to my head, but I let myself get pissed enough to deal with motherfuckers like you," I say, calmly, picking up the hamm...
Since I know that Luca and his besties go to my school and have met me in person, I'll have to figure something out.
I guess I'll do the opposite of what I usually do. Instead of wearing a wig and contacts and all that Jazz to the gala like I usually do, I'll wear it school.
Well beside the wig.
I'll change my hair and get the closest thing to my hair before in a wig for the galas and meets.
It could work.
I made my way to the salon and they did my hair.
I went from long brown hair to a black and white type of mix.
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I then ordered contacts to change my hazel eyes to a green/blue color.
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That's the most I could do so I hope it works.
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I slam my hand down on my alarm clock.
I hate school.
I decided to dress like I would normally.
I look different enough.
I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and pulled out my gun to my reflection.
Yah, I know, I'm not the smartest person.
I just thought it was someone else.
The hair throws me off.
After the mirror incident I decided French braid the top of my hair into a cute up bun and leave the other half down. I placed in my contacts and smiled. I looked nothing like myself, which was good.
I got out of my pjs and grabbed a pair of dark skinny jeans and a black ruffled crop top.
