Chapter 3- The talk

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 my hair in frustration.

Oh God, I think I need Mom’s help.

I dropped my towel, applied lotion, threw on a baggy top and a pair of shorts, and headed to Mom’s room.

I love baggy tops.

Well, the real reason is that they help me imagine how I’ll look wearing my future boyfriend’s shirts.

Silly me.

I giggled at the thought.

I knocked gently on her door, surprised when she actually heard it.

"Maya, I’ll come downstairs for breakfast," she said.

She probably thought I was one of the maids. There are so many of them. I wonder who Maya is.

I shrugged.

"Kye’s mom, it’s me," I said, knocking again.

"Kylie?"

I rolled my eyes. "Who else would call you Kye’s mom?"

"Silly child," she muttered as the door knob twisted and opened.

"You can’t just call me ‘Mom’ like a normal child?"

"Well, I’m not normal." I grinned.

She rolled her eyes. "So, what brings you to my room? Or do you miss me so much you couldn’t wait to see me?" She smiled.

I laughed. "Sorry to disappoint, but I came for your help—since you’re a makeup artist and all."

She squealed and rolled her eyes.

She’s weird.

"So, why the makeover?" she asked, walking to her closet and pulling out her makeup kit.

"Mom, don’t you remember? I’m going to school today. In disguise."

"Oh... school. I still don’t get why you can’t just study at home."

"Mom..."

"Okay, okay. But I hope I’m not giving you clown makeup."

"Mum, be serious!"

"I am serious. Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"I don’t know. Just work your magic," I smiled.

"Okay, I’ve got the perfect look. Sit." She pointed to the chair in front of the mirror.

I sat down, and she started working her magic.

My butt started aching—that’s one of the reasons I like light makeup. It doesn’t take this long.

"I’m done. And I still have the touch," she said proudly.

I was about to turn to the mirror, but she stopped me.

"Wait. Something’s still missing." She walked to her closet and came back with a pair of glasses.

She put them on me.

"Now I’m done. Take a look."

I turned to the mirror.

I looked different. It didn’t even look like I had makeup on, but my face had changed. There were freckles on my cheeks, and the glasses made me look like a nerd.

"So, how is it?"

"Did you even put makeup on me? It’s like you performed surgery."

She chuckled. "I barely touched your face—just some freckles and powder."

"Wait, that’s all? And I sat for hours?"

"You didn’t sit for hours! It’s just after six—you should be saying minutes," she grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

"I’m not even done yet," she said, heading back to her closet. She returned with a small box and a dye spray.

She removed the glasses and placed amber contact lenses in my eyes. Then, she sprayed the dye on my hair.

"Now you look like a hot nerd," she winked.

I giggled.

Ken burst into the room without knocking.

"Mom, I can’t find Kylie in her room. Did she leave for school already? It’s too early—" He stopped and turned to me. "Mom, who is she? ... Hi." He waved, blushing.

What is wrong with this one?

"Hey," I waved back.

He smiled shyly.

"She’s my daughter," Mom said.

"Huh?" He looked confused.

"Ken, why’s your face turning red?" I asked.

His face turned even redder. "Nothing!" he said, covering his cheeks. "Your voice sounds familiar. Like... my sister’s."

"Aww, you recognize my voice. That’s sweet."

"Wait—you’re Kylie?"

I nodded.

"Eew!" He made a disgusted face.

"What? Is it my fault you had a crush on me at first sight?"

"I did not!" he said defensively and stomped his foot.

"Really?" I raised a brow.

"Mom, I’m going to get ready for school," he said and walked out quickly.

Mom burst into laughter.

I turned to her. "Mom, you need to give him the talk."

"Why? He’s too young for that."

"Well, he’s not too young to have crushes."

"It’s not his fault—he saw a hot nerd. I am amazing," she said proudly.

I rolled my eyes and walked out.

"You can’t even say thank you!" she shouted after me.

"It’s your job—but you know I’m grateful. Love you, Mom!" I yelled.

"Love you too, baby," I heard her say.

Now, time to look for Ken.

"Ken, come here and listen to the talk! You’re too young to have crushes. Where are you? Come and listen!"

"I’m not interested!" he shouted from somewhere.

I giggled.