I groaned and shifted in my seat. Kate was messing with my hair, trying to come up with a style and not my usual braided hair. This had been going on for about thirty minutes, and I hated it.

"Hold still," she said as she pulled on a bit of my hair, making me growl in pain. "I'm sorry, but you have to stop moving."

"Can't I just let it hang down and have-" I coughed, hating what I was going to say next. "-a barrette in it?" I shuddered at the end.

Kate paused in whatever she was doing to my hair. "I guess," she replied as she took down whatever evil scheme that she had been planning.

She quickly brushed out my hair, again before, clipping some barrettes in it. "There," she said, turning me to the mirror.

I didn't look at the mirror and fiddled with the white skirt that my mother was making me wear. Out of all colors, why did she make me have to wear a white skirt with a flowy white top?

"Jaz," Kate scold me. "Look."

I groaned a bit and looked at my reflection. "Well, I guess there is something underneath the dirt, after all," I said, hiding back how surprised I was about my reflection. I mean, my hair actually made my face a little rounder than it without. It also made my chin seem to be a little sharper. My hair was still wavy, but it looked better without a bow than with one.

"Voilà," Kate said, grinning. "You are ready to go to school."

I nodded my head and stood. I turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "Well?" I asked. "Do you think that I'll be recognized?"

"I don't think so, Alpha," Kate replied. "Let's see what the group says." She looked at my black flats. "Besides, you don't wear those." She gestured to the shoes. "That would be a me style."

I nodded my head and smirked. "Yes, the shoes would be yours, Kate."

Kate smirked at me and opened the door. She bowed, teasingly. "After you."

I rolled my eyes as I made it out the door of my room, not liking the way that the skirt moved around my legs. It felt weird, and I don't know how people can live with it.