Becoming A Butterfly (The Butterfly Chronicles) Read Free Page B

to play dress up tonight.” She rolled her eyes.
     
    “ Yeah, whatever, just don’t get anything on it!” I waved her off, and she disappeared as fast as she’d arrived.
     
    We each mixed my mom’s pieces in with stuff from my closet and put together outfits, tying scarfs around our wrists. Then we took pictures. We were making such noise that my mom came and checked in on us, as Lana returned and hovered in the doorway watching us with wide eyes. They had their own giggle fit at the sight of us, but then my mom said, “I know what will make these outfits complete.” She left and returned with handfuls of wigs, a long black straight one, a blond bob, and curly burgundy one. Jade picked the black one, shocker there ; Tasha took the blond one, leaving the burgundy curly locks for me. We pulled our hair up and put on the wigs. We looked like completely different people. It sounds silly, but I felt glamorous. I felt beautiful. After we were done, we washed our faces and changed into our pajamas. Then we crowded around my laptop and went through each picture. They were really good, and Jade got us in some cute poses. She even took it a step further and photoshopped us beside ourselves so the wigged versions of us stood with our normal versions. I had to admit the girl had talent. We decided to upload the pictures to Status Quo. It’s the social network everyone at my school uses. We tagged ourselves. But then Tasha smiled wickedly at Jade and me, reached over, tagged my face with “Farrah Leevar,” and lost it in a giggle fit.
     
    “ What are you doing?” I asked.
     
    “ You… don’t… look… like… yourself,” she said in between giggles. She took a deep breath and continued, “Let’s see if anyone notices.” I looked at Jade, but she only raised her eyebrows. Tasha tagged the rest of the pictures of me wearing the wig with the same name.
     
    “ So waddup with the name?” I asked furrowing my brows. I wasn’t sure I was crazy about it.
     
    “ Your mom idolized Farrah Fawcett. Faucet, lever, Lee-vv-aarr, get it? I just switched it up a little.” Before she was done tagging we started getting comments like “looking good,” “I want Farrah’s number,” “Where’s her page?” “Where’s the party?” and similar comments by boys I’d never even talked to. We were only friends on Status Quo because we went to the same school.
     
    “ Farrah needs a page,” Jade said, taking control of the computer and pushing Tasha out of the way. I leaned back and looked out my window into Henry’s room. Yeah, our rooms were side by side. He never covered his windows. I didn’t either, so I sometimes watched him, but he never noticed. I’m sure if he did, he’d call the police and have me arrested for stalking, or convince his parents to sell their house, or at least lower his blinds and close them. His room was dark though. He was probably out causing a ruckus with Byron. I return to the computer. Jade first set up a profile picture for Farrah. It was one of me leaning against the door frame, my arm over my head and my eyes looking down. It was really pretty, but it took them, like fifteen minutes to pose me. She made the profile ridiculous! She listed the home town as Columbus, Indiana, in the network of Columbus East High School, and a sophomore like us. “That’s a safe distance away from us; no one should check up on her from here,” Jade reasoned as she made the birthday November 1. “The Day of The Dead” she continued darkly, but not enough to keep Tasha and me from a giggle fit. I became suddenly really nervous; this was my face she was putting to this. What if it blew up in our faces? What if someone, namely me, got hurt? I tried to put those reservations aside while we picked our favorite music, liked our favorite show and movie profiles, and put some random quotes up like “We are the weirdos Mister–Nancy from The Craft.” “Moolee-moolee-mole–Austin Powers.” Even before the