꧁♕𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤 ♡︎ 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟♕꧂

A lottery winner

Delancey's Pov:

Spinning the box of lottery winners I take to the small hatch and open it, inside where dozens of girls dreams and i was ready to crush them all. Hesitating i pick one particularly similar piece of paper to the rest, there was about twenty off the bat so whoever this was really REALLY wanted to get in. Taking pity i open the paper and read aloud the name.
"Y/n l/n" i say trying to sound as cool as I could, she had such a pretty name i was ecstatic! Could this be the girl of my dreams. The camera's cut as they follow the carriage that will soon bring my new best friend y/n. It was set to come this afternoon so i went back inside, it was 11:00 am! Im not waiting 4 hours for a carriage! Walking to my room in the castle i look at the photo of me and my mother, i knew she was a manipulative bitch but what was I supposed to do to stop her? Placing the photo face down, I didn't feel like being watched today. Slumping on my bed i take out my diary and flip through the pages, the anger and tears seeping through these writings. The key was on a necklace i wore so none could read it without my knowing. Sitting up i grab a pretty purple dotted pen and begin writing probably the happiest i ever have in this book. A knock on my door alerts me and i shut the book quickly.
"Delancey!! What are you doing!" It was the only person other than the news team that calls me my full name, my mother. She opened the door and i quickly put away my diary, if she saw the horrible things I wrote she would just about kill me, and blame it on a car crash, just like queen Isabella.
"H-hey mum, the lottery winner wont be here for another 3 and a half hours!" I say startled at my mothers approach towards me, trying hard not to look at the down sided photo.
"Well can i not pay my daughter a visit?" She asks in her sickeningly sweetish voice that she would put on when the news people where there, twisting my words as she blathered on about how she never talks to me anymore and how "Ive changed so much" it was annoying when she would do this, shes does it so much that I should be used to it. Leaving she tells the cook to bring me some cookies for her "poor little baby" i hate being babied and i wish I could tell her, i wish I could talk to her about stuff without it turning into my fault, i wish she was nicer to me and didn't treat me like a doll or her therapist, i wish i had a better mum. Another knock on the door interrupts my ramble, it was a much gentler knock and instead of barging in with the excuse 'i knocked' they waited for my reply. Opening the door I expected to see my cook with a batch of chocolate chip cookies but instead it was my petite red haired quite ignorant friend, portia. I smiled signifying her to come in, she sits on my bed and we talk for what felt like forever, portia with her discovery that butterflies eat with there hands and that some new boy at prince academy liked her, i never got liking boys because I've always hung out with girls.
"Hey portia?" I ask her mid explaining that paint water is in-fact inedible.
"Yea?" She asks looking up at me her hands a suspicious shade of red.
"What is it like... liking boys?" I ask as a totally innocent question.
"Well its kinda like wanting to be with them all the time and getting butterflies whenever they do. Whys that?" She explains adding hand movements to explain everything thoroughly.
"Well I've never felt like that... for a boy" i stammer, what if portia thought i was weird?
"Have you felt it for, a girl?" Her face lights up as she asks this.
"I- yea... I thought i just wanted to be with them as like a bestie, gal pal way. I didn't think that ment... liking them." I say struggling to pull my sentences together.
"Del... I think your a lesbian"