Lisa tugged angrily at the wig hiding her golden curls. She was so frustrated at having to hide being a girl, but what could she do?
"Hey, if you tug at that wig any more, it'll start to fall out." a voice beside her said and she jumped.
"Sorry." the voice said, "Just sayin'."
Lisa looked round for the source of the advice, until her eyes came to rest on a dark haired girl sitting on an unused barrel.
"How did you know it was a wig?" Lisa exclaimed.
The girl shrugged.
"If that was your real hair, all that tugging would have pulled it out already."
Lisa's hand shot up to her head and the girl grinned.
"Don't worry about it. I'm Jem."
"Alright then Tom, if you're not going to tell me your name then I'll just go." Jem hopped off the barrel and began to turn away.
"Wait. Lisa. My name's Lisa. I have to pretend to be a boy. You have to understand It's the only way I can paint!"
Jem nodded and smiled at Lisa, who weakly returned the grin.
"How about this," Jem started, "I don't tell anyone about you being across dresser, if you agree to be my friend."
"You're blackmailing me into being your friend. Cant you just make one like a normal person?"
"Where's the fun in that?"