"Even miracles take a little time."
- Cinderella, Cinderella [1950]
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[11] THE ONE IN SHOES
"It's none of your business, Hamptons!" Felicity Steele spits.
She hasn't moved from her spot. Felicity is still slumped against the car door, but the pain has subsided.
"All I called was to tell you that I'm - you know what, screw it. I don't want you to waste my time."
Beep.
"Bitch," Felicity mutters, under her breath, bringing the phone down.
Her phone rings again. Sighing, she picks it up. "Yes?"
"Where are you? Are you OK?" Sofia asks, panicking.
"Don't worry," Felicity replies softly. "I was just having cramps, and it got very bad."
"OK, do you want to go home?" Sofia asks.
Felicity smiles, letting out a shaky, running a hand up and down her thigh. "Forget it. I'll take a bus."
"God, that's gross," Sofia chuckles, sighing. "You're alright?"
"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I?" Felicity shakes out, licking her lips.
Another sigh follows. "You aren't. Now, I'm not going to push it. And with prom today, we won't come for dinner. Sorry. Get home, safely. Understood?"
Felicity purses her lips. "Yes."
And the line goes dead.
Felicity leans her head back against the cool metal, thinking about what she will do. Taking out her black notebook, she flips opens her page with her list:
WHAT FELICITY STEELE MUST OVERCOME:
1. being left out at prom
Felicity laughs, bringing a pen out. Clicking its top, she scratches out the task. No need for that.
2. get over those freaking clowns. (how do kids even go near them??)
3. heights. ABSOLUTELY GET RID OF THAT PLEASE!!
4. scared of being left out. (idk why it's even there, but must be for smthing)
And the lists ends there. It was quick and precise. Throughout the following years, Felicity will have to add more, but for now, this is all she has.
Felicity Steele needs to work on one thing: character development.
Instead of taking parts from her fantasy made-up characters, she feels the need to mold herself - herself. She can't be something she's not, and she can't let something overpower her. She can't be dominated.
"This just got a whole lot deeper."
Felicity takes a deep breath, getting onto her feet. She begins to walk towards the exit, awaiting her return home. The parking lot is dull and the only source of light is the outside. Walking down the slopes, Felicity hears an engine roar. Huffing, she continues her journey down, to focused on how much fun she;s having with the slope making her walk down faster than usual. Acknowledging the laughters beside her, Felicity looks up to see the people in the car, but her foot trips over one another and she falls.
Bracing herself for the impact, she shoves her palms forward (not wanting a repeat of what happened two years ago).
"Is the girl okay?" she hears one of them yell, as they roll the window down.
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