Chapter 8: Like Multiple Personalities or Something

Going by another name and wearing a disguise gives a person a certain amount of power, making them untouchable from the realities of life. The power might come from the fact that they are hiding their true identity, and no one could possibly identify them, or because they are tuning into their inner superhero. But when I think abut it, it's probably the later.

I mean there is a reason that every hero that comes to mind has their super alternative.

Superman has Clark Kent with his glasses and day job at the local paper.

Spider-Man is Peter Parker living with his aunt in Brooklyn. And the Flash is the adorably nerdy Berry Allen.

They each have their super identity, then their 'hey, yeah, just your average dude' persona that they are at the end of the day.

I think that my preppy girl get up was my super alternative. I could be anything in it without judgement from my peers. But when I shed it, I'm back to being 'just that average girl.'

I know that all the great superheroes get hope from being themselves, they tune into their human side. But in my eyes, hope is just a denial of reality. And the reality of the matter is being me puts me at risk of getting hurt. It makes me breakable. It makes me weak. And there is just something about being weak that I could never accept, even when I was willingly trying to be myself.

Which is why, even as cliché as it sounds, I went by another name, my middle name. Marilyn. Which is the name that has been bouncing off the walls of the school all day.

Rumors float around about me, as both Quinn and Marilyn, and most of them prove how truly stupid most of the population here at Athens High actually is.

"I heard that Marilyn is replacing Quinn after their mother sent her to boarding school on Sunday." One girl whispers to her friend, as I pass by them.

The other girl lowly whispers to her friend, "I don't know. I heard that Marilyn just got out of jail and they hate each other."

I just roll my eyes as I continue my way to my locker. The fact that none of them could put all the puzzle pieces together was troubling. I mean teachers have been calling be Quinn all day. And the fact that the same day the 'Quinn' disappears, 'Marilyn' reappears, its just so evident. I mean they would all make terrible detectives.

Thank the lord they aren't solving my murder. That mystery would probably go unsolved for eternity.

After gathering the books I'll need for tonight, I make my way to the locker room, today is the first day of soccer practice, and being captain means that I have to be there obviously.

The team during tryouts seemed pretty nice, but you can never tell when they are actually being nice or when they are simply just putting up a front, which is probably what most of them were doing because the second I step foot into the locker room, I get a bunch of looks of disgust.

I chuckle silently and ignore their glares as I make my way to my gym locker, that is until one girl decides to be bold and stop me right as I start twisting the dial for my combo.

"Marilyn, you may be back, but that is Quinn's locker. She is the captain of this team, and that locker is reserved for her." She says as she holds me by the wrist, looking straight down at me.

I smirk at her, and raise my eye brows at her as I rip my hand away, "Girly, I'm the captain of this team. Meaning that this is my locker." I tell her, and she just shakes her head 'no' trying to fight that nervous glint in her eyes.

"Seriously Marilyn, I know you and Quinn are sisters, but she is the captain. I'm sure she would be more than happy share her passion with her sister, but you just can't have her locker."

The fact that this girl isn't backing down from me is both impressive but also really annoying. Why cant they be smart?

I just really want to get practice done and over with, then be able to go home and shower, this is just getting ridiculous.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Scarlett Loraine"

"Well Scar, why don't you take the rest of the girls out of the locker room so I can get changed without their glares and everything can be explained on the field?" I ask her in a sickly sweet voice, yet authoritative voice.

She simply nods her head, and ushers the rest of the girls out of the locker room, finally. Their evil glares were getting annoying.

I quickly change into my running shorts and sports bra then tie my hair into a pony tail, then head over to the sick to take off my make up. Might as well not look like a clown as well.

After I change over I look like myself, well partly, I look like Quinn Hemmings, but I'm keeping the Marilyn Hemmings attitude. I'm the real me. With one final deep breath I jog out to the soccer field to find the girls soccer team all gathered in a big circle.

When I get closer, I see that they are all swarmed around a person, and I instantly scoff. Of course he just had to be here. Why can't he just leave so I can have practice then go home?

"Ladies stop swarming around the manwhore." I yell out to them and they turn around, and instantly i get a look of confusion from most of the team, but they still scatter leaving Will unshrouded.

"Wait what happened to Marilyn?" One girl asks, and I just force a smile onto my face.

"Ladies, I am going to explain something," they all nod, so I continue. "My name is Quinn Marilyn Hemmings. I've gone to school with most of you since we were in pre-school. I don't know why everyone started calling me Quinn when turned into a prep but it just stuck. I've been going by Marilyn since I was a little kid."

"Wait so you're Quinn and Marilyn? Do you have like multiple personalities or something?" Someone asks, but she whispers the last part, as if it were a sin.

I just stare at her. Is she that thick? Deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

"Yes, I'm both Quinn and Marilyn" I tell her with a extremely forced smile, "but I do not have multiple personalities."

The girls all just look at me with stunned looks on their faces.

"Ladies, ladies- wait babe are you going by Marilyn or Quinn these days?" Wills asks as he comes to stand next to me. God I forgot he was still here. I thought he would have left since he wasn't getting he attention he so desperately wants, all the time.

"Quinn, I don't see the point in changing things." I tell him, and he just nods.

"Okay so back to what I was saying, Quinn here is the exact same person she has been and was. The only difference is that she isn't being a fake ass anymore and is embracing her true self- which is a Queen Bitch." He finishes proudly, and slings an arm around my shoulder pulling me close.

I quickly push him away and look at the horrified faces of all my new teammates, "What he means to say, is that I am going to be myself for now on. I won't be as mean as I was before because I don't see the point, but I wont be a wimp anymore and let everyone just walk all over me." I tell them and narrow my eyes at the stupid girl that is giving flirty looks at Will instead of paying attention to me.

Flirty face quickly catches on to me and my stare, and starts paying attention. "So yeah, I am the captain of this team, and I promise you, that I will do my best as captain- I don't need to be a prep or a bitch to prove to you that I am dedicated to this team." I tell them, and they all happily clap. "So who is ready for the first practice?"

Two updates in two days?

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