Disguise

1, 2, 3, 4. The beat dropped like a thunderclap, thumping through the speakers and vibrating in every ribcage in the building. Lights flashed, hips swayed, and just like that, the party roared to life. "Hello, Las Vegas! Thank you all for coming out tonight!" the girl on stage hollered, a grin stretching across her face like she'd swallowed the sun. "Seriously, you guys rocked!" Kye. The name on everyone’s lips. Wearing a cropped denim jacket, ripped high-waisted jeans, and blue sneakers that matched her unapologetically cocked cap, she looked like a walking music video. The cool kind. "We love you, Kye!" The crowd chanted in chorus, like loyal subjects hailing their queen. With a dazzling smile and a flurry of blown kisses, she descended from the stage. The crowd’s chant—Kye! Kye!—trailed her like glitter on a breeze. The moment her sneakers hit the ground, a man appeared like a genie from backstage, holding out a bottle of water like it was an Olympic torch. “Thanks,” she sai

Kylie’s POV I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 5:30 a.m. I woke up way too early—even before my alarm went off. It’s not that I’m a morning person. I actually hate mornings. They’re stressful. But today’s different. I’m kind of excited about going to school. I know there’s nothing to really be excited about—I’ve heard school is stressful—but I want to experience it for myself. It’s definitely better than being homeschooled: waking up, binge-watching N*****x, waiting for the teacher to show up, learning for maybe an hour, eating, then going to bed. That’s freaking boring. Okay, enough about that. I’m in a crisis. Someone help me—anybody! I sighed in disappointment as I stared at my wardrobe. It’s not like I don’t have clothes to wear to school—I do. In fact, I have too many, and that’s the problem. I never imagined owning fancy, expensive clothes would become an issue. I don’t even know what to wear or how to disguise myself. Everything is just too convincing. I ruffled

Kylie’s POV "Even with your glasses, you still can't see," a voice said. It sounded manly, with a British accent. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact as I stepped out of the office. The only thing I caught was his blue eyes—and wow, they were pretty. But that’s not what I should be thinking about right now. I should be focusing on finding my class. My first period is History. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why we even study history. It’s all in the past—we should be focused on the future. I hate history. It’s boring as hell. Don’t even get me started on all those names and their so-called achievements that we’re supposed to memorize. Then you sit for the exam and boom—none of what you studied is there. Stressful. How do I find this class? I wish someone—like the way Anna showed up earlier—would just pop up again. Looks like luck is on my side. A girl came running towards me. She looked like she was in a hurry. When she reached me, I grabbed her hand to stop her. She glar

Kylie's POV After Biology class, I headed straight to English—the last class of the day. Time flew by, and soon, the bell rang, signaling the end of school. Everyone began streaming out of class, including me. I stretched my body, feeling a wave of tiredness hit me. Guess it's time to go home. Oh shoot—detention. Ugh, all because of that annoying guy. "Are you going home now?" Anna asked from behind me. Spending time with her had made me memorize her voice. "Not yet. I earned a detention in Biology," I said with a chuckle. "Naughty on your first day, huh?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "See you tomorrow." "Bye," I smiled and waved as she walked away. I reached into my bag for my phone and tried calling Mom to let her know about the detention, but the call didn’t go through. So, I sent a quick text instead and zipped my bag shut. I walked into the classroom where we were told to report for detention. And of course, he was already there. He was sitting near the window, a

Kylie’s POV Beep... Beep... Beep... That annoying sound kept pulling me back from the sweet arms of sleep. I groaned and rolled over on the bed. “Someone should turn that thing off,” I mumbled sleepily, fumbling around the nightstand for the alarm clock. Something fell with a thud. For a moment, I was satisfied—until the beeping continued. Beep... Beep... “Let me use my telekinesis powers—off, you stupid thing, off! I command you to...” The beeping stopped. “I don’t hear it anymore... I have powers!” I grinned to myself. Then something wet touched my face. “Wait... is it raining in here?” The dripping continued. I twitched my nose. “Mum... Is it raining inside, or am I outside? No, I’m definitely in my room—” Before I could finish, a full splash of water hit me like a tidal wave. I bolted upright, eyes wide, only to meet the grinning face of my annoying brother standing at the foot of my bed with an empty bowl in hand. “KEN!” He burst into uncontrollable laughter. M