THE NEW ME VERSION 2.0

Chapter 10 "SOPH" 2.0

It's surprisingly easy to change completely. I had the contact information. I had new clothes, but my mother at father didn't help me choose. After 14 years of frizzy hairbands, I finally understand what my hair looks like. Don't grow your bangs forever, let's grow them someday. It's been there for years. During a school trip, I got my ears pierced at a shopping mall. It was so bright that the little stud caught my eye. Luna finished the second hole before it was my turn so I wouldn't be scared. I don't wear a lot of makeup. sufficient. Lip gloss, mascara. I'm not stupid or anything, I just look beautiful. Pretty normal. My usual modern jeans and they fit perfectly. A simple T-shirt and sweater that doesn't hide the curves that have finally grown this summer. I'm no longer a child and I look like someone who can make their own decisions like everyone else.

Beginning of sophomore year - who is no longer hiding. I put on my new sandals before I step out the front door. "Oh dear God!" my mother yells and pulls my hand before I run away.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," she exclaimed, grabbing my arm. "Can't you?"

"No, I can't. I just think there's something else. you look like this . . I'm very confident," she smiled, catching my eye. "Have a nice first day, okay?"

Luna was able to ride with Waylen, who was reunited at the end of the summer. So I wait for her on the school stairs. People look at me as they pass by. That's strange. I had never seen it like this before. like a normal person. I'm trying to smile for this girl I've never seen before. as an experiment. Not only does he smile back, he says

"oi."

I noticed another lonely girl climbing the stairs. As I was about to try it out as one of my new subjects, he stared at me with dark, dark eyes, and I paused for a moment.

Her skin was warm and tanned, her dark hair glistening in the morning sun.

"Hello ella," I finally said back from her presence—the warm, sinking feeling of her presence leaving my stomach—memories of the past, of growing up together, of her and jameson and marco, all memories. Stop, I tell my brain. It won't stop completely, but it's getting so slow I can't help but smile

Nevertheless. It's all in the past, so remember. Don't think about it anymore. And ella has nothing to do with it.

"I think I forgot you were here this year." I smile as she approaches me, so close that I want to pull away. And she hissed quietly but firmly.

"You don't have to talk to me."

"No, I want..."

"Because," she interrupts. "I don't understand-I don't understand."

she shook her head only slightly and smiled coldly, as if I had missed something perfectly obvious. before she pushed me away. I turned around and saw her walk away in disbelief. little time to worry For that matter, because as soon as I turned around, luna yelled,

"Hey, girl!" and waylen ran after her. luna kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear.

“authentic. "

"Hi mia," said Waylen, looking behind me.

"Hey," I murmured back. luna frowned a little, but she got used to it. Waylen and I will never be friends.

"Okay, are you ready?" she asked me. Her face beams with excitement and her short cranberry hair frames her features perfectly. I take a deep breath. Then exhale. I nod.

"Let's do this," i said, holding my hand. It's Trigo already trying to yell at me when class is over. It will be organic after the start. Luke is in my class. I can feel him staring at me, staring at my glasses, staring at my new hairstyle, brand new clothes...

He's too hard on himself, and when it comes time to choose a research partner, he's begging me to take a look. I quickly turned to the girl next to her and smiled as if to say, I'm friendly, normal, and smart, so I'd be a great partner in the lab. he smiled back. And we nodded - done. What I need most on earth this year is another Columbus project with luke. What I need most in my new life is luke. When it rings, it's ready to ring. I know he wants to say hello and ask about my summer. In the corridor I rushed to my new office. I've been in bands all my life so it never happened. There were always lessons, exercises, exercises. It's never just free time. Keep smiling at random people as you walk. and most of them.

At first, when I smiled back, I even thought I noticed some people smiling at me. No, you don't have to be held back by luke at all this year. As I float, I hear someone call my name. i stop and turn around. This is Mr. Klaus, my music teacher. Suddenly gravity pulls me back a little.

"mia, nice to meet you. I was really surprised when I didn't see your name on this year's list. what happened? ' he asked, looking almost hurt that I had left.

"Oh yeah. Just…" I was at a loss for words.

"I've been in bands for a long time. This year I really wanted to expand. Try new things," I told him. He still looks at me with incomprehensible eyes. So I try to smile at him. And suddenly his face softened. he nodded.

"I see, I think I understand." But then the bell rang again. I opened my mouth to tell him I was late, but he stopped me. "Don't worry, I'll sign the late pass."

"I miss you. Please come back anytime.

"Thank you, Mr. Klaus." I smiled again. he smiled back. Apparently the world works that way. I can't believe I realized that only now. Starting a new study, is there anything else people know about it. It's very easy. All you have to do is pretend that you are normal and good. Then people will treat you that way too. I was late for my new office. A faint rustling sound is heard. what's good Too quiet is never easy for me to learn. I go to the front of the room to hand over the late pass. Then I walked down the aisle along the desk, looking for an empty spot in the room. You can see this guy - number 12. he's in the back of the room, the back of the room.

A group of men wearing jackets with the number 12 on them. There are no vacancies anywhere. Noticing more and more eyes on me, I panic because I'm afraid they'll see that I'm not normal or okay under my new clothes, hair, makeup, or body. Become. As I was walking down the next hallway, I heard a voice behind me saying,

"This is it."

I turn around This is number 12. He picked up a stack of books from the next table and looked at me. And to make sure she's really talking to me, she has to actually look behind her. this is the same man so perfect. That day last year he didn't see me, he could have really hurt me. He pointed at me and kissed me with a wry smile at the word

"you."

I slowly walked towards him, half suspecting this was a bad joke meant to lure me into unfamiliar territory just to do something humiliating. He spat into his hair. I quietly move to my seat and take out my notebook, pen, and notebook. Open your schedule for the day and write smile.

"Hmm." Number 12 loudly clears his throat next to me. Using a pencil, trace the word over and over, unfolding the pattern and outlining the letters until the letters are barely visible. I'm thinking of taking But it just bores me and it's actually okay - almost normal.

"Ah, oh, oh, oh." Twelve again, I turned away from him.

"Hmm" he will do it again.

"Oh no!" he looked up, wondering if he was choking or something. And he turned to me and looked at me and smiled.

"Oh," I said, and I don't know what else to say.

"What?" I whisper. Maybe he was telling me something and I was worried.

"What?" he repeats. "Oh, okay. Did you say something?"

"no."

"Oh, nice." I'm starting to go back to my paintings.

"I said nothing," he whispers. i look at him he leans over to me So I try to be a little more empathetic and listen to him as much as possible. That's when I saw his eyes. It's a dark brown that makes you feel depressed. "What?" ask back he laughs out loud His joke changed and he stared at me for a few seconds before turning to each other.

"I said I didn't say anything. I was just trying to get your attention."

"Okay." I'm taking a break. "why?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Let's say hello."

"Oh yeah. Hello?" I'm saying this as a question because I'm really confused about what's going on here.

"Hey," he laughed at the words. I look at the planner The word "smile" stares at me through the sentence. So I look at him again and send him the smile that has helped me so far this year. he moved the whole table closer to me. A creaking sound echoed on the floor, attracting the attention of my friends again. "Yes," he whispers. "Are you new?"

"New?" Repeat. "Do you mean new this year?" he asked. "no."

"seriously?"

I nod.

"Yeah. Oh, good for you." He looked at me, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head slightly as if in disbelief. Then I realized that he had no idea who I was. I don't think I was the girl he nearly ran into in the hallway last year. I don't know how he grabbed my hand and asked if I was okay. He had no idea he existed. And somehow I really like that feeling. I'm smiling again. He smiled back.

"What is your name?"

"mia." but I stopped at the last minute.

"mia" I repeat more clearly. I can be anything for this person. I really can be that new person. because he knows nothing else.

"Mia?" he affirms. And suddenly it sounds like the best name in the world.

"Yes." I smile and start looking up random facts—little things I know about him. So does his name and the fact that he's a senior and a basketball star and has had a cheerleading girlfriend in the past. The phrase “scientist-c*m-athlete” comes to mind.

Of course I know who he is. He can't know that. In the morning, like when his name appears, he leads the men's national team to victory I can clearly see who they are talking about yesterday's match with someone somehow or about X points. But when you actually sit next to him, it's a little different. His gaze meets mine. i stare I look down and think: chocolate. His eyes remind me of that. I look up again. Dark chocolate color. And then I realized that these little incidental facts don't really add up. You are so close when someone like him sees you the way he sees me.

"Aiden," he said to me. And it just does something. . . He reached out his hand across the hallway and offered mine for a handshake. It seems a little silly, but I raised my hand to greet him. his skin is warm and so is his voice. And he smiles with his eyes. He seemed to have held her hand too long, but he just smiled as if nothing was strange. But then it makes a sound. Shocked, I held his hand back to a world that wasn't just this man's chocolate eyes. I don't know what happened or what's to come, so I hurriedly pack my things and get out of there. I don't know if it's scary or fun. I never dare to see him again. I rushed to the door.