My brother used to be in a gang, and that's where I need to start this story. He got into a lot of trouble once and his gang didn't have his back, and he got beaten pretty badly by a rival. So bad that he was in the hospital for three months.

My mom just last year decided that sending him away from the neighborhood -or rather the gangs- would be best for him. So she shipped him across the country to a prestigious all boys' school called St. Johns. He's there for the entire year except for holidays when he can come home.

There are gangs there too, I learned after a while, when someone told me about the rival schools notorious bad boy. So I started to think that my brother might get into trouble and I did the stupidest thing I've done in a long time: I tricked my mother into enrolling me into my brother's rival school.

Stupid yes, but I can't let my brother get into that again after a year. I won't let him. So this is where my story starts. My name is Alanna Green and I am known as Alan Gray to Wellington Academy.


"I still don't understand why I have to cut my hair," I grumbled at my best friend Stephanie as the hair dresser began to cut my waist length brown locks. She just gave me one of those looks you give people when you think it's something everyone should know.

"Hello, boys don't have long hair," She stated, waving her hands in the air for emphasis. If the hair dresser, Stacy, thought that comment was weird, she didn't say anything.

"What about a wig, I mean Amanda Barnes did it in She's the Man. I've been growing my hair out since I was fourteen."

"It's Amanda Bynes, Lan, and your hair is too long to be put in a wig." She said and then her phone began to ring and she dug through her purse to find it. "Why's your mom calling me?"

"Probably because I turned my cell off," I said as I reached for her phone with a small noise that sounded like 'Gimmy, gimmy".

"How'd she get my cell number?"

"Hell if I know," I muttered. "Hello?"

"Alanna, where are you?" My mother's voice came through the phone, irritation obvious since her daughter was not in five feet of her talons. Thanks for caring mom.

"I'm at the mall with Steph, getting my hair cut remember." I said in my best innocent until never guilty voice.

"You're getting your hair cut? Why?" Her voice asked angrily. "And when did I agree to this?"

"At the same time you agreed to me going to that school near Dave's." I said in a bored voice.

"I don't remember saying to go and cut your hair. What are you doing, just trimming it?" She asked tiredly.

"You could say that, or you could say chopping is more like it," I said, grimacing and waiting for my mom to start yelling at me.

"Fine," Her voice said. "I have to go back to work so why don't you and Stephanie just order a pizza tonight and I'll be back later. What time is your plane tomorrow?"

"It's at nine," I told her, feeling sort of bad that my mom wasn't in her usual I'm-going-to-murder-my-daughter mode. "I can drive myself, or have Steph do it for me so you can sleep in the morning."

"Sure, I have to go in early anyways, but I'll say good-bye to you before you leave. I'll talk to you later." With that my mother hung up. I know that she loves me, but I just wish she'd say it once in a while instead of treating me like a burden.

"Here," I said softly as I handed my phone back to Stephanie. She looked at me dryly before stating "What am I, your chauffeur?"

"You better believe it, Jeeves." She smacked me on the back of the head causing Wonder Bra Barbie the hair dresser to snap at her. I just laughed, thinking about the days I'd have to live without her.


"That pizza guy is twenty minutes late," Stephanie said. "I ain't paying him."

"Awww, don't scar this guy for life like the Chinese guy," I said laughing.

"Hey, it's not my fault he didn't understand what 'eyes on the face' means." She said. Stephanie was the epitome of beauty. She was long legged, large chest, supermodel figure completed with blonde hair and green eyes. Yet, she wasn't the prep most thought she was. She hung out with the smart girls and the normal kids; rarely with the real preps even though she could be Queen Bee if she wanted.

I was one of those people rarely noticed in high school; if I was it is probably for my now non-existent waist length hair. My hair was what I liked to call 'mousey' brown that I inherited from my father and I inherited my father's green eyes flecked with gold. My face was actually some-what attractive, it just happened that I'd been overweight when I was little.

My brother Dave looked nothing like me even though we're fraternal twins, and that I was praying would help me with going to a rival school. He had the surfer look with tan skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. He had a six-pack and a lean body that had a lot of girls going for him. The only fault on his face was a thin scar over his eyebrow from a knife fight when he went to school here.

"That's true," I laughed. I put my hand to my head again to feel the strangeness of my new hair. It reached just to the nape of my neck and I still had bangs that hung into my face. I surprisingly just looked like a pretty boy and not a real girly-boy. Stephanie's first words were "I'd tap that" and it sent us into a fit of laughter.

"So, you're seriously doing this?" She asked after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence.

"Obviously, since I cut my hair." I sighed and stared mournfully at my missing hair.

"Awww, come on, be a man!" Steph joked.

"But I'm a girl!"

"Not for that much longer." And with that, the doorbell rang.

Before I'd even processed that thought, Steph was sprinting to the door with a twenty dollar bill in hand. She slammed the door open with a force that made the pizza boy jump back; ripped the pizza out of his hand and threw the twenty at him screaming 'Don't come back you slacker!'.

Needless to say I was confused and disturbed and the pizza boy was sprinting for his life towards his car. When Steph walked calmly back into the room with a large grin on her face, it scared me even more.

"What was that about?" I asked her worriedly.

"What are you talking about? That boy had it coming." She said knowingly.

"He was only like twenty some minutes late." I told her.

"Twenty-five to be exact, and that is a long time for a girl to wait." She muttered, her eyes held a dangerous gleam.

"And how is it that you're the one that all the boys go chasing after?"

"Because I bite back love, I bite back." She said laughing, then when she noticed I wasn't joining in she sighed and said, "It's a girl thing, you boys don't understand anything about us." With that, I smacked her arm harshly and proceeded to steal the pizza away.


"Alright, you've got everything right?" Steph asked me as I got out of her car and began to unload my luggage.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," I managed out, still tired from our sleepover.

"Hey, you're going to have to do something about your voice, it's too girly for a guy." She commented dryly, crossing her arms.

"Okay, how about this," I took a deep breath. "Hey foxy lady, how's it going?"

She began to laugh her head off causing a few people to stare at her, but she ignored them. I stared at her confused until she managed to sputter out, "You sound like a drag queen. Not that low you moron!"

This conversation continued until I finally got the voice down right, low but not too low. I had to get my entire luggage checked so I hugged her good-bye. It was going to be weird, not having her with me, but she told me she'd come see me whenever and she'd call me everyday.

"I'll keep you up to date with everything that's going on down here, and have a good time. Also," She lectured me. "If your roommate is hot, tell me what he looks like without any cloths on and how he looks when he's sl-"

"Stephanie please! My sanity!" I screamed, holding my hands over my ears. She smirked at me and winked saying that us 'boys' wouldn't understand a thing. Seriously, she was cracking those jokes all night and they were getting old. With a final hug good-bye I walked into the airport to get my luggage checked and to get my tickets.

Look out Wellington High you've got a new 'guy' coming your way.