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POV ELLA
———༺✵༻———I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my blue crop top one more time. I've always loved the vibrant color of Bloom's costume, and the way it complements my hair is just perfect. My friends and I decided to go all out this year for the Fall Festival, choosing to dress up as characters from Winx Club. The idea seemed fun and a bit nostalgic since we all watched it as kids.
The sound of Abby and Jess's laughter echoes through the house as they make their way to my room. "Ella, are you ready yet?" Abby calls out, poking her head through the door. She looks every bit like Flora, with her pink skirt and flower crown sitting on top of her blonde hair.
Jess follows closely behind, adjusting her green Aisha-inspired outfit. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," she says with a grin, doing a little spin in her knee-high boots. "We look amazing!"
I step back, admiring our reflection in the mirror. "We really do. I think we nailed it."
"Amori is going to feel left out," Abby jokes, grabbing a tube of lip gloss from my dresser. "He's probably going to be the only one at the festival not dressed up."
"Yeah, but it's Amori. Dressing up isn't really his thing," I reply, remembering how he always hated it. "He's probably going to show up in jeans and a hoodie as usual."
Jess laughs, pulling out her phone to take a quick selfie of the three of us. "Okay, let's head out. The festival is already buzzing, and I heard the haunted house is insane this year."
We make our way downstairs, grabbing our jackets and bags. The early evening air is crisp and cool, perfect for an autumn festival. The streets are lined with pumpkins and lights, creating a warm, inviting glow that leads us toward the town square where the festivities are in full swing.
As we approach the festival grounds, the sound of music and laughter fills the air. Stalls line the streets, selling everything from caramel apples to handmade crafts. The Ferris wheel towers over the tents, its colorful lights twinkling against the darkening sky.
"Where did Amori say he'd meet us?" Jess asks, scanning the crowd.
"He said by the big pumpkin display near the entrance," I reply, pointing toward the massive pumpkin setup that's become a staple at our town's fall festival. "There he is!"
Amori is easy to spot, even in the crowd, with his tall frame and familiar grin. He waves as we approach, looking comfortable in his usual laid-back style. "Wow, you guys really went for it," he says, nodding appreciatively at our costumes. "I feel like the odd one out."
"That's because you are," Abby teases, giving him a playful nudge. "But it's okay. We love you anyway."
We spend the next hour exploring the festival, stopping at various stalls to try different snacks and admire the crafts. The air is filled with the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice, making everything feel perfectly autumnal.
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Calculus of the Heart
RomanceElla Sullivan is an 18-year-old high school senior with a sharp wit and a penchant for sarcasm. Her life revolves around her close-knit group of friends and the love for her dog. But her world is thrown into disarray when she encounters Ms. Catherin...