"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," someone whispers in my ear.

"What the hell was that?" I ask Jordan, who's having a laughing fit.

"School," Jo replies, trying to stifle her laughter from before. I tell her that I don't want to go, but she refuses. "Oh no you don't," she says as I put my cover over my head.

"Why don't you understand? My mother just died! I'm in no mood for school! So go to hell," I say, releasing the anger that I have stored up inside of me. The anger at my mother for leaving us because she just had to look perfect, my grandmother for explaining NOTHING, Jordan for not understanding, and even Lillyanne for staying so calm! I know Jordan doesn't deserve that remark, but she rushes out of the room. "Jo! Wait! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!"

I groan, why am I so stupid sometimes? I thought my grandma said that I was now perfect. Ha, some joke.

Getting out of bed, I realize that I'm still wearing the nightgown from yesterday. Oops. I grab some clothes to put on and quickly take a shower in the bathroom off the guest bedroom.

My Fall Out Boy sweater, blue jeans, and TOMS thankfully didn't transform by the time I got back. I put them on and---BOOM. A blue veil of mist swirls around my clothes. And BAM, they change into very girly clothes. I am now wearing a turquoise skirt, the same color as my jeans, a black sleeveless crop top, and flats. Hopefully my old outfit comes back, because it's my favorite. (Outfits in photo)

Grabbing a bagel and my backpack, (that I thankfully remembered to bring to Jordan's house) I hop into the line at the bus stop. Jordan is at the front of the line, so I can't get to her.

"Hey, cute thing," a boy in my grade says. I recognize him as Aidan. He has sandy blonde hair and stunning white teeth.

"Er, hiya," I reply. He asks me my name, and if I'm new. I try not to laugh. "We've been in the same class since, like, first grade."

He's dumbfounded. "What's your name." I tell him. "Annabell? What? How?"

As if on cue, Jordan walks up and Aidan awkwardly strolls away.

"I'm sorry, I-" I start.

"Dude, it's okay," Jo says cheerfully, throwing her arm around me, "I get it."

I'm in shock. I didn't think she would understand, I thought she would still be mad. Jordan always holds a grudge, no matter the person. Maybe my "perfect powers" are working after all?