Day 146 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about someone who takes on a new identity.
Shannon: New assignment:
Engaged to Preston Yates. About to become a very wealthy housewife…
When I first red the description I knew it was a stretch, especially for me. I understood the purpose, and if I could pull it off and gain some trust I could get some valuable information from the other wives. It would be the perfect ploy, but looking at myself adorned in jewelry and ridiculously expensive clothing I definitely wasn’t buying it.
I tried to study, but how was I ever going to keep up after years of lacking in privilege department. Plus, how was I going to relearn how to care what people thought of me again. That ship had sailed long ago, and I was happy to send it off. As of right now, as soon as they saw through my inexperience, my only backup plan was to get one of them to take me under their wing. I was told most of them would gladly take role, considering the act charity work on their part. Not to mention the more people they could keep under their thumb, the better.
Erin: “No,” I grabbed the stylist’s wrist.
“Hey I could have cut you,” he yelled.
“You’re trying to cut me. My hair at least.”
“That is why you are here Jon.”
“My name is Lee,” I jerk reacted.
“It’s Jon,” he yelled back.
“Yes, I am sorry. Cut away,” a tear dropped from my eye as the last bit of my identity started floating to the floor in pieces.
Write about a character who changes into a different character.
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It was deceptively difficult; changing my identity and keeping up the façade. Up until this point I’d always been the screw-up older sister who’d headed for the hills the second she had the chance and hadn’t looked back. I was the one who turned to drinking and all manner of other abhorrent and embarrassing behaviour that my parents had to cover up with fancy words like, “-depressed-” and, “-disturbed-” so they wouldn’t get the blame. After a while, I decided it didn’t matter what they, or anyone else for that matter, thought of me. Living the life of a hopeless basket-case was easier if you just didn’t care.
But, then I met Josh and he reminded me that the world was worth it, as long as you were willing to give it a second chance. Of course, the fact that Josh was hired by my parents to drag me out from under the rock I’d dug up for myself, was a problem. Currently, we were having a wonderfully mundane Christmas dinner with my folks as well as hiding the fact that I’d figured their plot until such a time arose that I could use this prudent information to my advantage. Josh was pretending to have wooed me into marrying him and I was pretending to have turned over a whole new leaf.
Ugh, keeping up the charade of a happy person with positive world views was going to be hard; really hard.
“Okay, super important official Novelty business,” Josh says. Everyone stops chattering, for the most part, allowing Josh to speak. “We have a new member, Heather Morse,” he motions to her. After an awkward silence, Heather waves. “Now she needs a new name.”
“Isn’t this my choice?” Heather asks, but she goes unheard.
“We do call her wolf?” Jacey says.
Nikki makes a ‘blech’ sound, “That’s bland.”
“English,” Finn comments, earning a sour look from Josh.
Rick whips out his laptop while Heather continues to object.
“There’s Latin ‘Lupus’, Italian, ‘Lupo’, Spanish ‘Lobo’, Slovenian ‘Volk’, French ‘Loup’-”
“Are you using Google Translate?” Heather asks.
“Try Japanese,” Mikio says as she walks by the living room.
Rick takes a second, “Ōkami.”
Everyone is silent. Rick looks at Heather, “What do you think?”
Heather sighs, “Google Translate isn’t accurate, you know.”
No one comments.
Heather sighs, then goes over her options. “…Not Spanish.”
“Yeah, it sounds a bit harsh,” Finn agrees.
“Maybe… French?” Heather suggests, “Or Japanese. That one is unique.”
“Not the Japanese one,” Nikki says.
“Why not?” Josh asks.
Nikki shrugs, “I don’t know. I think the French translation sounds better.”
“Loup,” Jacey says, “yeah, I like it.”
“Easy to say, too,” Rick puts in.
“Exactly,” Nikki says.
August looks to Heather, “It’s Heather’s verdict.”
With all the eyes watching her, and Mikio’s ears listening from around the doorway, Heather sighs, “Loup it is.”