I was dragged into a storage room. As my eyes adapted to my surroundings I realised standing in front of me was Fiona. "Hi Amora, how are you doing" she cooed. I swallowed thickly, her honey-laced voice causing me back away. Her piercing blue eyes were focused on me and I withered under her gaze.
"Sooo, what's the deal with you and that boy?" She asked. I explained that he was a kid in my class. She just hummed, unsatisfied with the answer.
"I just wanted to give you a little message, I want you to know, listen closely" She advised... " That you'll always be a useless pathetic drama nerd, maybe if you were less disgusting, people would actually like you" She finished.
My lower lip trembled and tears welled up glossing over my eyes. I just stared at the dirty tiles of the floor. "Awwww, are you crying?" she cooed. She whispered, "Pathetic, aren't you?"
I dug my nail into my palm. My dad said that I had to be strong because my precious tears aren't worth it for girls like Fiona. Fiona said "toodles" happily and rushed out with a flick of her golden locks.
The door clicked and I sobbed on the floor, slipping down from the wall and feeling the cool floor. I wiped the blurriness from my eyes and stared at the imprinted mark my nail left on my palm. I composed myself. Feelin like I couldn't be bothered to deal with Gen before grabbing a pack of Reese's pieces and consuming them finished with a glug of water.
I stared at my timetable with a groan. Of course, it was maths. Well, at least Fiona wasn't there.
I rushed to my class as the first bell rang, vibrating my ears. The old empty seat next to me had been filled by (surprise, surprise) Alex Nakomura.
THIS ACC MADE ME CRYYY.
IT WAS SOOOOO HARD TO WRITE
ALSO BASED ON SOME EXPERIENCE YK.
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All is fair in love and war
RomanceThis story is based on Romeo and Juliet (but hopefully less violent). It follows the life of 17-year-old Amora Miller who meets Alex Nakomura at drama club as an argument starts splitting the drama club into two groups. But what happens when they be...