I still can’t believe my sister really did this to me. She tricked me. All those bonding moments last night were all pretensions? What marvelous acting. She really got me under her bait. I’m really stupid.

I wail out of mixed emotions; anger, disappointment, bafflement and all that’s in between. I hold my temples, unable to think properly at the moment. How can she be so wicked? She’s not just desperate, she’s crazily desperate!

Now what am I supposed to do? Should I call dad instead? Jaera keeps on rejecting my calls and of course she will. She’s really impossible.

But if dad finds out about this??? If he discovers what Jaera just did?? Omo. He’s gonna be unleashing his jailed little monster called his anger—and that’s downright scary.

Oh my. I don’t want to think about it. She’s gonna be dead, and if she’ll be screwed, then she’ll be grounded, then she’ll be mad, then she’ll never forgive me… or probably… hate me forever.

I don’t want that.

Okay. I have to calm down.

Jaemi, calm down… Breathe in, breathe out.

But I’m still infuriated.

I scratch my thighs subconsciously as I think about the different options and the possible outcomes. I whack my hair crazily. Goodness! What has she gotten me into?

I end up pouting. I feel so bad. I stomp to my room as I drown myself in the soft pillows of my precious bed.

Me and my sleepy head. If I'd just woken up much earlier then I could’ve prevented this mess.

“Goodbye London.” I sigh deeply.

I guess, there’s no other better option left. This leaves me with no choice, is there?

*

One week doesn’t really hurt. I just have to survive for a week, and by the time it ends, everything is going back to the way it was. Plus, Jaera’s going to owe me big time. Maybe she can be a little bit nicer to me if I can do this favor?

Okay. That settles it.

Last night though, I started sleeping in Jaera’s fabulous pink room. I also have to get used to being called “Jaera” because it’s going to be my name for a week.

Sooner or later the maids will find out that I’m not her. I really have this habit of scratching my thighs whenever I’m bothered over something and I cannot control it at times. I really have to be extra careful or I can tell them about the situation? I don’t know.

I breathe a long sigh as I button Jaera’s school uniform on me. I let my hair loose and apply baby powder on my face. Wow. I look like Jaera. I chuckle to myself; I look like a smudged version of Jaera. I attempted a y Jaera pose before running down the stairs to our car.

During the ride, I can feel myself fainting in nervousness. I have millions of questions and doubts crowding my head. I really wanna back out! I can hear my unsteady heart shouting help!help!help! like seriously why do I have to be trapped in this situation?

The driver finally stops the engine after parking the car inside a really large area surrounded by tall buildings. He shoots me a quizzical look when I made no signs of walking out so I jump off and head out.

I stare around, wide-eyed and unconsciously in awe. Is this even a school? It’s splendid.

I stand awkwardly as the car sprints away and I’m already alone. I stagger with quivering legs as I hold my shoulder bag tighter. I swallowed hard. I gotta do this. I pump my fist and mouth a ‘fighting’ to myself. It helps a bit.

Maybe I look stupid because set of eyes are on me and it’s creepy. I feel my skin shiver as I stand upright and start to walk confidently. But the stares just won’t leave me and I can see them by the corners of my vision. Why is everybody looking at me like that? Oh my god. Am I doing it right?

“Jaeee!!” I hear someone yell that I jolt. I turn slightly and a red-haired girl totters toward me with excitement evident on her face. She hops right in front of me and flashes this really beautiful smile that makes her eyes squint like crescent moons.

She’s pretty. I keep scratching my upper leg again that she raises an eyebrow at me and averts her gaze