Born The Other Way Around (the fic) FINISHED

Hello! Since I had the chance, I thought I should start posting now! haha. This is my Harry fic and I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: This does not mean that I know McFly. I am only one huge fan and they are usually the subject of my fics.
Characters: McFly and Kyleen Nieves Marloes.
Hope you like it.
Especially you baboy.












Prologue:



I was meant to be a boy. I really was.

I hated make-up. Who would want some sticky gooey things practically pasted on your face which totally screams that it would not allow anything applied on it?

My mother practically had to manhandle me into putting on my stupid lacy dress.

I detested dressing up. I don’t want to be dolled up. I’m not anybody’s plaything. I never did feel comfortable in skirts (which is totally ironic since our uniforms had skirts) or in tight shirts.

Eew.

I wanted to feel free and breezy.

And besides, my period hasn’t arrived yet.

And I’m fifteen.

Hah. See?

That’s a sign I was meant to be a boy.

While other girls grew up playing dolls, I grew up playing with gross things like lizards, beetles and even spiders.

I collected comic books and action figures.

I didn’t want to be Cinderella or Princess Aurora.

Heck. I wanted to be Superman who could smash things in his way.

Who the heck would want to go strolling in a forest wearing a stupidly heavy gown that’s simply choking you?

I wouldn’t.

Over my dead body.

Never in a million years.

Nuh-uh.

Zero chance.

I wore shorts that were loose and my hair was a mess always. I’d have it cut off if my parent’s hadn’t stopped me. So I had to keep my long hair.

Which is a total hassle since my hair’s like a jungle now.

I am a boy.

I am a boy.

I am a boy.

No way would I be a complete girl.

That’s just gross!

CHAPTER 1 (MY CRISIS)


Okay.

So English.

I got 70/70.

Good. Good.

Check.

Chemistry.

85/90.

Excellent.

Geometry.

60/60.

Perfect..

History.

99/100.

Darn it! If only I hadn’t forgotten the last one who composed the First Triumvirate.
Tsk, tsk.

Oh well.

Past is past.

I was in my bed now, reviewing all of my test papers. So far, I’ve been getting really positive results.

The only thing left was my Trigonometry test paper.

I felt a surge of sickness settle in my stomach.

Shoot.

I totally had a mental block-out on that test. I knew I did one…

Okay. Maybe not one but quite a few problems wrong.

Trigonometry’s like Math. They’re practically the same. And I was good at Math. Not that I’m boasting or anything.

But for some odd reason, I couldn’t get high scores in Trigonometry. My scores in Geometry, on the other hand, were near perfection.

But why oh why couldn’t I perfect my Trigonometry tests?

I groaned as I lay on my bed.

Curse Trigonometry.

I’ll be getting the papers tomorrow.

Gosh I felt sick.

My mom was getting a bit worried too. She’s been suggesting time and time again that I get a tutor.

I said no of course. It was actually mostly because of pride.

Duh. I was a hardworking student. I didn’t need a tutor. I could manage on my own. Just look at my scores.

Well…

Maybe not at my Trigonometry scores. But all my other subjects were very good and impressive.

And the worst thing of all, I was running for valedictorian. I knew I had good potential.

But I had this one problem.

His name was Danny Jones.

And he was good at every subject.

And he had flying colors in Trigonometry.

Uughh…

I had to beat him. I just had to. No way was I letting him steal that seat!

Suddenly, I was all fired up as I read my book in Chemistry.

Beat Danny.

Beat Danny.

That was the only chant in my head as I studied electrodes, cathodes and anodes.

CHAPTER 2 (RESULTS)



My hands were practically shaking as I tried to put on a façade of calmness.

Don’t worry.

You’ll be fine.

It’s only Trig…

Our teacher, Miss Pilly, was already distributing the Trigonometry papers to each student. A few gave off sighs of relief while some faces grew pale upon receiving the paper.

I haven’t received mine yet.

“Danny Jones,” Miss Pilly announced and Danny went to the front, sidling.

Boy does he look calm.

Danny got his paper, looked at it, and smiled widely.

“Danny, how much did you get?” his friend Dougie asked as Danny passed by.

“99,” he grinned.

My hands tightened on the pencil that I was holding, nearly snapping it.

99?

99 over 100?

Bloody…

“Kyleen Marloes.”

I gave out a sigh and stood up, my chair slightly squeaking.

This is it.

With trembling legs, I went to the front and grabbed my piece of paper. I slowly opened it.

The color drained from my face as I saw my score.
80…

80…

Oh gosh I feel sick.

I slowly went back to my desk, crumpling my piece of paper.

I have got to get my act together…





I was in my room now. My bag was downstairs. My nose was practically glued to my Trigonometry notes.

Dang it. I got one formula wrong. No wonder it had a domino effect.

I sighed.

Gosh I hate Trigonometry.

And Danny Jones.

Uuugghh…

Suddenly, the door creaked open. I looked up. I fixed my hair a bit. Mom would probably scold me again for having messy hair.

The door opened.

I was right. It was Mom.

She smiled a bit, and then frowned. “Kyleen Neeves Marloes, I told you to stop wearing boy clothes.”

I pouted at her a bit. Sure I was wearing a very loose Star Wars T-shirt and my dad’s old boxers, but how can’t I? I don’t want to be in those silly sleeveless hoo-has and short shorts.

As I have said before, I should be a boy.

And I should be named Kyle.

“I… saw this,” my mom said and suddenly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper which she smoothed out for me to see.

I gasped.

Oh crud.

It was my Trig paper.

“I know, it’s awful,” I admitted glumly.

She smiled and sat down beside me. “Not so bad. I got 25 out of 100 once.”

I chuckled.

Mom always made me feel better.

“Kyleen, sweetie, I just think it’s time you get help,” she said gently.

I sighed. I think I knew the answer though.

“What?” I asked.




I knew it. If that popped out of a multi-million dollar game show, I would’ve answered it and won the million dollars.

Right now, I’m carrying my notes and books in Trig, dragging my feet unwillingly.

Jeez. Do I honestly need a tutor?

I looked at my test paper in Trig once more.

Okay. Maybe I do need tiny help.

But I certainly will not be ignorant.

I’ve studied a bit.

So there.

Hah.

Maybe my tutor wouldn’t need to teach me anymore. I’m not a child.

Finally, I entered the review center after asking directions from the lady at the reception. She said that I’d be in room 22. So I went there.

With my (loose) Beatles shirt and cargo pants paired with black Converse shoes, I entered the door.

A bit boyish, but my mom didn’t totally reprimand me. At least I could be distinguishable and I couldn’t be totally mistaken for a boy.

I entered the room. It had lime green walls and a table with two chairs at each side. There was a whit board and a few books on the shelf.

I gently placed my books on the table and sat down on the chair.

I looked at the clock as its hands moved.

Okay. I’ll wait then.

I sat down, my fingers crossed.

What would my tutor look like?

Would he be this old man who had tousled gray hair, an over-sized moustache and a soporific voice?

Or would it be a young nerd whose pencil would drop from time to time?

Well, he’s not going to be anything like my celebrity crush (mind you, he’s the ONLY guy I like) Kyle Bismarck.

He’s just so handsome.

But sad to say I’m not going to put on a dress. Even for him.

No man is worth restoring womanhood in me.

Finally, the door clicked open. I sat up straight and slightly fixed my hair which was protruding in various angles.

A boy with short brown hair and blue eyes entered. He was wearing a Ramones shirt (ooh. Maybe I’ll get those too) and pants.

He was … young.

Like my age.

And…

He had a… er… pretty nice face.

“Hello,” I greeted him nervously.

He smiled at me and sat down. “Hello there. I’m Harry.”

CHAPTER 3 (TUTOR)


So he was young, had a quite nice face, and seemed really friendly.

He looked perfect and I was sure that any other girl would have felt sparks of attraction towards him.

But not me.

I just thought that he was cool.

Duh. I’m not into girly and romantic mushy stuff.

Gosh that just makes me sick to my stomach.

I managed to stay calm. I didn’t even feel intimidated or perturbed.

I was my usual calm and perfectly sensible self.

I’m not like some squeamish girl fan.

“So, Trigonometry eh?” Harry smiled at me as he pointed to my books.

I nodded. “Yup.”

“Okay. Well, let’s start.”

I showed him my notes and he flicked through them. It was neat anyway and easy to understand.

“You understand this part right?” he asked me, pointing to a drawing on my notebook.

I looked at it.

Oh. Graphing coterminal angles.

Yup. That was easy.

I nodded. “Yup.”

He smiled. “Good, now graph this one.”

I looked at the figure that he scribbled down.

Negative five hundred-eighty.

“Sure,” I replied.

Okay. Now to show him my stuff.

I took my notebook and began adding two three-hundred sixties to the figure. Then I began graphing the figure which had two revolutions.

Okay… Swiiirrll…

That’s it.

I was done now.

I checked my work. I certainly did it right.

Okay. Time to show it to my tutor.

I smiled at him. “Here.”

He took it and began observing my work. I was confident though that it was correct. It was flawless and totally backed up with reason. It was—

“Your graph’s wrong,” he frowned.

My eyes widened.

Whaat? Wrong? How?

He pointed to my piece of paper. “It should be counter clockwise since it’s positive.”

I looked at my work again.

Shoot. I made it clockwise. I totally forgot.

I think I have this sort of Trigonometry curse.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you more exercises,” he smiled at me.

I nodded.

So much for surpassing the master.

He gave me a few more exercises. I got a few wrong but I understood it more after he pointed it out to me.

He was a really cool teacher. He simplified things for me. Before, the lessons seemed like Greek or Morse code.

But now, they were pretty easy and I even enjoyed.

Finally, we were done and I shut my notebook and closed my books.

Good. I learned a lot today.

“Well then, let’s go,” he said as he stood up.

All of a sudden, he knocked the table and the bottle of ink spilled all over my hand.

He gasped. “Oh crud! I’m sorry!”

My hand was dripping with ink now. “Oh… It’s okay. I’m fine.”

He grabbed some tissue and began wiping my hand as he apologized over and over again. I insisted for a million times that I was fine.

As his hands were gently placed on mine, I couldn’t help but think of how soft they were.

He was pretty gentle too, though he didn’t look like it.

Finally, the ink came off and my hand was back to its normal state before the bottle squirted ink at me.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

Wait. That was a bit too friendly.

“I mean, thanks sir,” I hastily added, thinking it might be impolite if I didn’t address him that way.

He chuckled. “Nah. We’re probably the same age. Call me Harry.”

I hugged my books. “You sure, sir?”

He grinned. “Harry.”

Oh fine. Harry it is then.

“Okay Harry,” I replied.

He began looking at my outfit. “Just out of curiosity, do you always wear boyish clothes?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. I feel comfy in them.”

Odd question.

He shook his head and smiled. “Okay. Well then, see you.”

I smiled at him and went outside, feeling very enlightened. I learned a lot and I’m happy.

Maybe I will go back to this tutoring center.

Especially if Harry’s my tutor.







“Pretty, isn’t she?” a guy smiled at Harry as he watched Kyleen hop inside a car.

Harry smiled. “Yeah. She’s pretty cute. Shame she’s a tomboy.”

CHAPTER 4 (SCHOOL DAY)


I was at a tea party. I looked around, completely confused as to how I got here.

I touched my lips and I saw a shade of pink lipstick on my fingertips.

I gasped in horror.

I have bloody make-up on!

I looked at my outfit now and felt disgust as I saw what I was wearing.

Ugh!

It was a lacy dress with so many frills and a skirt which was a few inches below the knee.

Who the heck forced me to wear this complete and utter abomination???

All of a sudden, I heard people whispering around me like snakes. But as I swivelled around to see who they were, I saw no one.

Weird!

Finally, the hisses got loud enough for me to understand what they were saying.

“You’re gonna be a girl someday.”

“Someone’s going to turn you into a girl.”

“You’ll be wearing heels soon!”

I covered my ears, trying to block what they were saying.

No way was I going to be a girly girl! I should’ve been a boy. Over my dead, corrupted and maggot-ridden body! In fact, I wouldn’t be caught…

Suddenly, as I felt my hair, I let out a cry of horror.

My hair was CURLED!!!

This time, I screamed, completely horrified at what was happening.






I woke up, my hands firmly clasping my pillows. I was panting now. I looked at myself.

Okay. No stupid make-up, stupid dress or…

I touched my hair.

My hair’s back to normal now. Thank God.

I rubbed my face.

Thank God it was only a stupid dream. It felt so real though. Even my curls seemed real.

I shuddered. Ugh…

Baggy shorts.

Loose shirt.

And still the same straight jet-black hair that was always messy.

Okay. I’m back to normal. Time to get changed.




“Aw… She’s wearing that Affliction shirt again,” my friend, Trisha, messed my hair up.

I chuckled and slapped her. “Shut up. This is how I am. So there.”

My friend, Marie, only rolled her eyes and grinned at me. “Well, you can’t change that sis. That’s how Kyleen is.”

I pouted. “I’m not Kyleen. I’m Kyle.”

Trisha poked me. “You’re still Kyleen to us.”

I rolled my eyes, giving up. I smiled. “Oh fine.”

I was going to school now with my best friends Trisha and Marie Bryce. It’s funny how I even had them as best friends.
Marie and Trisha were the most popular cheerleaders. They were even more popular than the head cheerleader.

They were prettier anyway. They had hazel brown hair and nice green eyes. They were certainly very girly and they loved to dress up. Oh. And they were sisters too.

I don’t exactly know how we became friends. All I knew was that we were tight since we were in kindergarten. Ever since then, we stuck together.

“By the way, we have a new student today. He’s Danny’s friend,” Trisha announced.

A friend of Danny?

Pfft. Like I care.

Stupid Danny.

We entered the corridor, looking for our classroom. I couldn’t care less for Danny’s friend.

If he was Danny’s friend, then he’s certainly my enemy.





I sat down on my desk. My bag was crammed with books which in turn were crammed with test papers. If there was space, I’d shove it there. I never was the orderly type. You could say I was… Perfunctory. I never pay attention to details. But hey, I can still find my stuff in my chaotic mess.

I mean, chaotic order. Oh. You get me.

Our teacher, Miss Pilly, went to the front. Her bangles clinked as she walked.

“As you, or some, might know, we have a new student here. Come in,” she said in her high-pitched voice.

I decided to take out my book in Geometry instead and read through the pages. I’m not interested anyway.

A blond-haired boy entered. He had brown eyes and a dimple on one cheek.

He looked pretty decent. Maybe we wouldn’t get into a brawl.
He introduced himself. His name was Tom and I could see a few girls getting interested as he started talking. He seemed pretty nervous though. I couldn’t blame him. I’d probably be on pins and needles too if I were in his shoes.

Finally, he took his seat. He sat down beside Danny, who was wearing yet another stupid grin on his face. I’d like to wipe that clean off his face!

I flicked through my Geometry notebook. Okay. Calm down.

All of a sudden, the door knocked once more.

Were we having a visitor?

Miss Pilly opened the door. “Yes?”

“Oh. Hello. I’ve been transferred here since there was a slot left,” a voice said.

Hm… Familiar… But I don’t care.

I continued perusing through my book.

“Oh. Class, we have another new student. Go right in dear,” Miss Pilly said.

I was still focused on my Geometry book.

All of a sudden, the whole class looked up. The girls suddenly ignored their own work and they looked at the new student. All attention was magnified on him.

I was the only one who was still focused. Even Danny was looking up.

Jeez. What was up with these people?

Suddenly, curiosity began building inside me as they all continued to stare. I even saw our pretty classmate Rose giggle.

Finally, it was too much for me. I simply had to see what the commotion was all about.

Slowly, I lifted my head, pretending I had ‘accidentally’ looked up and tried to come out as uninterested.

But I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of shock suddenly surge through my body like electricity.

I couldn’t believe it.

It was my tutor!!!!

Harold!!

I mean…

Harry!

What the heck??? We were the same age??? I’m being taught by someone my age??

Sure he looked young but I estimated that he’d be in college now. It never crossed my mind that we’d be the same age.

And I certainly didn’t expect him to be standing right in front of me, saying that we’d be classmates.

“Hi Harry,” Danny grinned at him. Harry waved back.

I gaped at him.

Why was he fraternizing with the enemy??

I felt so outraged.

In my anger, I suddenly brushed my book and it fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Cooool~

But... she's not entirely a tomboy is she? like... she's not crushing on girls or whatever?

can't wait for the next chapters!!

^ haha. You'll have to wait and see. Thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER 5 (P.E.)



“Kyleen, are you okay?” Miss Pilly asked me curiously as I began gingerly picking up my book.

Crud that was embarrassing.

“Yes miss,” I replied in a calm tone to redeem myself.

I sat up straight, my book back to its position.

Danny eyed me suspiciously but I tried to pretend as if nothing happened.

“I’m… er… Harry. And I’m a friend of Danny, Tom and Dougie. I’m from Seattle. I hope I’ll have a great time here,” Harry smiled.

I rolled my eyes and returned to reading my book.

I can’t believe it. My tutor was just my age. And he was a FRIEND of Danny… Make that FRIEND.

Jeez. I knew having a tutor was bad. Very bad. I am so not going back there now.

Who needed Harry anyway? Certainly not me.

Harry sat down next to Danny. The two made a handshake and started chatting. Harry looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back sarcastically and began scribbling on my Geometry book. Harry looked confused but he went back to talking to Danny.

Traitor…






“You’ve always been so bitter. Don’t you think it’s time you lightened up?” Trisha asked me as she munched on her pizza.

“Mm-hmm,” I replied as I drank my orange juice. “No way. Danny’s been mean to me since fourth grade. Who pushed me into the pool? Who placed a lizard inside my table? He’d made fun of me. Dougie’s the same. And I’m sure that Tom and Harry are no different.”

It’s totally true. Danny’s been making a laughing stock of me. Worst of all, he was our grade school valedictorian. I was salutatorian.

A mere shadow of what he was.

I was sick of that.

We were at the cafeteria now. The different aromas of the food was all meshed up in the atmosphere here. I can’t say it’s a good amalgam though. One second it smells like carrot, and the next second it’s blueberry pie. I saw Danny enter along with his ‘cronies’. They sat down on another table. I saw Danny laugh.

I rolled my eyes and began making a goofy imitation of him, exaggerating the way he laughs. Trisha and Marie giggled.

“You’re mean,” Marie chuckled.

I grinned. “Well, can’t help it. By the way, what’s the next period?”

Trisha began racking her brains. “Ah. P.E..”

I frowned. “Oh no…”

I hated P.E.. Well, it’s not like I suck at it or anything. In fact, I excelled in it. The subject was easy-peasy for me.

It’s just that…





“Oh I hate these!!” I groaned as I tied my hair.

I looked at myself in the mirror, a scowl on my face. I was wearing a white shirt with the school logo on it and I was wearing a pair of red shorts.

Shorts.

Darn it.

How am I supposed to feel comfortable in these modern torture devices disguised as innocent school uniform?
I swear, I’d rather wear jogging pants made out of potato sacks. I didn’t feel comfortable in shorts.

“At least it’s better than your awful shirt. Peace,” Trisha said as she began fixing her hair.

I shook my head. “No.”

We went to the gym after fixing up. The girls took nearly an eternity fixing themselves up. Don’t they know that once sweat breaks from their pores all of these efforts to make themselves look good would be rendered useless?

My classmate, Riley, was busy tugging on her shorts. She was trying to pull them down.

“Jeez. I’ve got really huge thighs,” she complained to her friend Jenna.

Well, that’s not so bad. It’s actually better for fat to go to the thighs rather than the stomach. If fat goes to the stomach, the woman has a higher risk of cancer.

Okaaaay. I’ve been reading too much health magazines.

We were playing badminton now and we were paired with random people. I got paired with Harry, which totally bums me out.

As I approached Harry, he was giving me a funny look.

I wrinkled my nose. What was wrong with him?

I was tossing the shuttle cock in my hands.

‘Wow. She actually looks cute in decent clothes,’ Harry thought.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked him, finally stopping my constant toss of the shuttle cock.

He finally came to. “Oh. Sorry.”

He has got to stop that.

“So… will you still come back for tutoring?” he asked me as we began playing.

I hurled the shuttle cock back at him.

Well… He wasn’t so bad. Maybe I’ll give him another shot.

“Yeah… I guess so,” I shrugged and inched to the right to send the shuttle cock back to him.

He grinned. “Cool. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

I smiled.

I liked him. He’s cool. I wondered if he was the overly-worried type. He looked like one.

All of a sudden, I wasn’t focusing and the shuttle cock accidentally hit my nose.

I dropped my racket and covered my nose. Harry was looking at me with wide eyes.
I smiled to myself. I had an idea.

“OW!!” I cried and knelt to the floor, feigning pain.

I guess I could get the answer to my question sooner. After all, when scientists wanted answers, they made experiments.

Harry ran to me, a worried expression on his face. “Kyleen! I’m sorry! Really! Are you okay?”

“Oh… It hurrrttss….” I moaned, or half-moaned at least. Gosh I was a good thespian.

He placed his hand on my shoulder.

Okay. That was it.

“Hey. No touchy pal,” I said and gently plucked away his hand.

Now, back to my award-winning performance.

“Oooow!!” I continued to moan.

“I’m sorry. Can I do anything?” Harry asked.

“Treat me… wait. You swear you’ll do anything?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Give me ice cream.”

I finally uncovered my nose and stuck out my tongue at him. “Gotcha.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Haha. Very funny.”

I began dancing a bit. “I goooot yuoouu… So. When do I get my ice cream?”

“How about later?”

CHAPTER 6 (ICE CREAM)


“Yummy!” I grinned as I licked my strawberry-flavored ice cream.

Gosh this was heaven.

I was always an ice cream freak. I was absolutely ecstatic that I was being treated.

“Good,” Harry grinned as he licked on his coffee-flavored ice cream.

We were outside an ice cream truck and Harry stayed true to his words. He bought me ice cream and it totally made my day.

Thank God I was out of those outrageous shorts. Every second spent with those was like a millennia of torture for me.

I was back to wearing loos pants, a loose shirt, and a cap.

Back to good old comfortable outfit.

We were sitting on a bench now. The sun was still shining and it was a bit cloudy today. The clouds looked like gigantic cotton balls and one was in a shape of what looked like a rabbit. Not too hot today and it wasn’t humid.

Harry looked at my shirt. “Superman.”

I grinned at him. “Yeah. I love Superman. Shame he broke up with Lori Lenoris. And… I hate Lana Lane.”

Honestly, Lori was cool to me. Plus she was a mermaid. And that made her uber cool. I hate Lana. She nearly killed Superman when she took over Lex Corporation. Lois Lane? I loved her.

Harry chuckled. “I never knew you were into boy stuff.”

I shrugged. “I think I should’ve been a boy you know. I don’t love lacy clothes, make-up or even Barbie. But I did love comics.”

He raised an eyebrow. “A boy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s so much cooler.”

“Well, not really.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

I laughed and poked him. “Shut up. Yes it is. End of discussion.”

He rolled his eyes, seeing as he can’t keep up this debate with me. “Fine.”

I clapped my hands. “Yeey! Loser!”

He shot me an indignant look but decided to laugh instead. “Whatever.”

“Whatever too,” I snapped back.

Wow. I was having a nice time with him. See? I should’ve been a boy. I get along so easily with them.

Well, except for Danny.

Finally, it was time for me to go. I hopped off the bench, landing nimbly on the pavement. I shook his hand and grinned at him.

“Well, bye mate!” I said and began walking towards home.

He waved at me. “Bye.”






“It’s outrageous. She has all the features of a pretty girl, and she’s a freaking tomboy,” Harry told Danny over the phone. He had been on the phone for quite some time. He’d pop Skittles into his mouth every few minutes.

Danny chuckled. “She’s always been that way. Trust me. She’s a weirdo.”

Harry made a face. “Danny, she’s not. She’s actually fun you know.”

“Oh fine. Maybe a bit weird. But Harry, that’s just who she is. Don’t sweat it. Ah. I gotta go. Bye.”

Harry sat down on the sofa, his legs crossed. And his Skittles was running out too.
He couldn’t help but feel confused. For him, it was a shame that Kyleen would go on to be a tomboy. What if she had a girlfriend? Nah… That wasn’t likely. She wouldn’t go that far.

She was very pretty, even prettier than those who had make-up on already. And she was fun, even in her own weird way. He liked the way she was, even if some would beg to differ.

He felt concerned. But it’s not like he had a crush on her. No. He just thought that she should be more lady-like.

But how on earth could he do that?

CHAPTER 7 (SOMETHING NEW)



Gosh I felt awful.

I grabbed the box of tissue from my bedside table, pulled out quite a few, and began blowing my nose. My head was spinning and rotating now. I think it’s already done about a thousand revolutions. Plus my nose feels as though turnips have been horribly crammed up there.

My dad opened the door. “Sweetie, take these.”

He gave me a glass of water and a few tablets. I thanked him, popped the tablets into my mouth and drank my glass of water.

I went back to blowing my nose. There was a mountainful of crumpled tissue papers in the trash can beside me.

I was sick today. I don’t know now, but some disease has managed to wreak havoc in my system. I had a fever now, so I was definitely going to be absent today.

Which totally sucks.

I actually planned to pretend that I was well but my mom noticed how raspy my voice was. So I was forced to stay in bed.

I hated being confined here. It’s like I’m some dangerous animal.

And I was absent…

Think of all the lessons I’ll miss!

Jeez. I’d so much rather be at school than be held captive here.

Wait…

What day was it today?

I grabbed the calendar from my bedside table. I ran my finger on it until I reached today’s date.

I gasped.

Darn it. It’s Thursday!

We were supposed to choose our clubs today. I wanted to be at the Foreign Language Club. But I’m stuck here… So I can’t choose.

But then, Miss Pilly would know which club I would want. And I have been hinting her that I love foreign languages.

Yeah… Why should I be worried?

I’ll end up in the Foreign Language Club. I’m one hundred percent positive about that.

I smiled and set the calendar back on the bedside table. My breathing started to go back to normal.

Why was I so worried?







Harry looked around, searching for Kyleen. Her desk had been vacant for quite a while now and she wasn’t the type to be late for class. This was very odd. Even the rest of the class found this quite unlike her.

He had been waiting for her all morning. He would watch the clock’s hands move as he glanced at the door. He had been expecting her to pop out any minute, but it seemed that today he would do without her presence.

And to be honest, he missed her.

They were starting to choose their clubs too. Everyone had made up their minds, except for Harry. He sat in his seat, holding his pencil with his two fingers. He was trying to decide which of the two clubs he chose he should join. He loved both, so it was a heck of a decision for him to make.

All of a sudden, an idea came fluttering to his mind. Kyleen had no club yet. No doubt she would’ve joined the Foreign Language Club.

He was about to sign up for one club when he decided to entertain his idea.

If he couldn’t change Kyleen at once, maybe he could do it gradually.

Yes. This was a good idea.

Maybe she’d kill him for doing it, but she’ll be thankful for it later on.

Harry went to the front, scribbled down his and Kyleen’s club on a piece of paper, and handed it to Miss Pilly.

Miss Pilly smiled but then a perplexed expression shot through her face. “Harry… Did Kyleen really choose this?”

Harry smiled innocently. “Yup. She said so herself.”

“Oh… Okay. It’s just that… This is odd.”

“Well, she’s trying new stuff.”

She nodded, although she seemed skeptical. “Oh. I see. Good for her I guess.”

Harry went back to his seat grinning.

Danny leaned closer to him. “What club did you make her join?”

Harry whispered the answer to his ear. Danny laughed, his desk was rattling.

“Oh! She’s gonna kill you!” Danny chuckled.




Sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy.

I was still sick in bed and I felt drowsy now. It’s like I had a hangover or something.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I grabbed it but then realized that I grabbed my book by mistake. I reached for my phone once more.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hi Kyleen! I didn’t know you signed up for the Dance Club!” Trisha’s merry voice erupted from the phone.

I had a confused expression on my face. I rubbed my face. Maybe my mind’s all jumbled up.

Dance Club?

I can’t even dance to save my own life!

What was she talking about?

“Dance Club? No… There must be a mistake,” I replied, sitting up now.

“Well… someone signed you up. It’s been the talk of the school. Some are amazed, really. And there are no more slots in other clubs. You’re stuck in that club,” Trisha said.

No more slots???????

Dance Club?????

I felt like a boulder just dropped on my head, crushing my skull into pieces so forcefully that everything didn’t make sense anymore.

Who the heck signed me up for that infernal Dance Club??????

^ Haha! Dance club? that's weird. goodluck to her~

Oh and updaaate?

meah XD wrote:^ Haha! Dance club? that's weird. goodluck to her~

Oh and updaaate?

hahaha. Thanks for reading! I'll update tomorrow I guess.

anika wrote:

meah XD wrote:^ Haha! Dance club? that's weird. goodluck to her~

Oh and updaaate?

hahaha. Thanks for reading! I'll update tomorrow I guess.

haha. okay~ and no problem.

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^ haha. I know. But the fans are fighting. Jeez. It's kinda funny really.

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