“It helps if they think you’re crazy.” The girl sitting next to me leaned across the aisle and plunked a pen down on my desk. I was new to the school and of course, couldn’t find a pen. She had black hair that had recently been dyed and was wearing more makeup than I thought possible.
I had never been the new student before so I was a little nervous about how things were going to go. I was a little skeptical about the hair and makeup, but as the class went on, she was the only one paying attention and asking serious questions. I had always been anxious about speaking up in class, but maybe there was something to it. I just wished I was as confident as she was.
Was I even brave enough to ask what her name was? Or if she wanted to get coffee after? I was desperate for new friends. Or really, any friend at the moment. I had been in Baltimore for two weeks and hadn’t really met anyone yet. Maybe I could ask her to give me some lessons on how to be cool. Because so far, she was the most down to Earth and cool person I had met so far (but it was only my first week so I was trying to give myself some grace). As I studied her clothes, makeup and hair, I knew exactly where to buy my new clothes. And how I could become her twin.