"𝑴𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅. 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
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Y/n Zoë. She is a young woman who lives in a world of her own. How will things plan out when she decides to go out with an alluring woman the same age...or...
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. . ✯ Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I smacked the off button. ✯
Sitting up, I stretched my arms out and cracked my back before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
I didn't see what time it was and decided I didn't care much, I was going back to school after taking a long break. Turning on the shower I put to warm water and hopped in. Scrubbing my hair I kept my eyes closed, I washed my body and finally decided it was time to get out.
Drying off my body I went to pick out some clothes from my closet. I settled on some pajama pants and t-shirt, grabbing a quick granola bar for breakfast I headed out, not worrying about my sopping wet hair.
I met Annie at the front of the school, she rolled her eyes at me when I complained.
"Alright so you know where your classes are right?"
"Yeah not that hard to figure out where they are."
"Don't get moody with me. This is the lunch room, but since it's almost 7:45 we should probably be heading to class now. Your first class is with me so let's go."
"Who the hell has a last name as 'whoey'? How do you even pronounce that? Why would she marry a man with that last name?"
"Says the one whose last name is 'Finger'"
"Touche Miss Leonhart."
"Shut up. We're here."
Walking in I almost busted out laughing, the last name 'Whoey' really did suite this person. I sat down in a seat next to Annie, nobody else was in the room but the three of us. I watched as people started walking in.
An extremely tall and slender boy walked in, his dark hair was nicely combed. Walking beside him was a blonde-haired boy, he looked like he could bench press 500 bulls. Next a smaller blonde-haired boy walked in with a brown-haired boy, his hair was longer than his friends.
His green eyes stared back at my grey ones, before looking away and talking with the smaller boy. A girl walked in behind them, her short black hair shimmered in the light, her eyes looked at mine as she walked to her seat.
The next three people that walked in were loud, laughing and smacking each other as they walked in. The tallest had some weird mullet thing going on making him resemble a horse, the boy next to him was bald. He laughed as the girl next to him shoved food in her face. Her hair was a beautiful brown color put in a ponytail, she threatened the bald boy, reaching her now food-covered hands over to him.
"Jean, Connie and Sasha, sit down and for once be quiet."
"Sorry Mrs. Whoey." They said in unison, they giggled as they walked back to their seats.
