Fair Warning: This is my VERY FIRST Fanfiction ever! I hope you enjoy it! This is a gift from me to you, for being such an amazing friend, even though we have never met. :D
The story is based on a girl who has trouble figuring out the secrets of ho...
Alex ran and carried her purse to where we were standing once she had opened it a chair was knocked over and crashed against the floor, still in one piece. The loud sound scaring me and Alex but not Holly. Alex reached into her purse and pulled out different types of flowers, all a different color, some were pink, some purple, many were white. There were peach flowers, green petals, shades of blue, pearl, and lilac, light yellow and faint teal, the assortment was beautiful. Holly and I were amazed, fascinated in the beauty of what Alex had shown us. The combination of colors left us in awe. I was nearly hypnotized by the aesthetic. Holly had reached to touch the petals once she had made contact it caught my attention. I looked to Alex for reassurance and she gave me a faint nod. I caressed the petals between my index finger and thumb, the soft texture of each flower felt so fair.
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A: "I bought them on my way to school" she said smiling down at her gorgeous arrangement. "I really like the colors. It felt like they spoke to me."
H: "Have you shown her yet?"
A: "No not yet. Im scared she wont like them."
P: "I doubt that. She's sweet like you. I have yet to see her dislike anything you like."
Alex paused for a second and kept smiling, "yeah maybe you're right. I thought I could paint these." Alex ran to the nearest easel and gathered together all the colors she needed and placed her bouquet and the display stool in front of her.
Holly grabbed a poster board and clipped it on the wall ans thought of what she wanted to create. I on the other hand knew what I wanted to do. I don't have very much artistic skill but making a mess with colors on a wall and smashing some old stuff of mine I found is my specialty. :-) I walk towards my cubby and pull out a sleek old glass coca-cola bottle and an old roll of pink and white ribbon from my early childhood. I open the 3 tin paint can with a screw driver from the supply wall near the window. One can contained blue paint, another purple paint and the last can had green paint. I grabbed a stool and a plastic bin to place the glass bottle in so I wouldn't make a mess. I place the bottle in the bin, then the bin on the display stool, then readied my hammer to commence my art. I gripped the smooth coated wooden handle with both hands tight enough to get just enough force for the impact. I raise my arms above my head and begin to calculate how much force I need to get what I need from the outcome. I finally conclude my thoughts, swung my arms with the hammer in my hands and destroy the bottle figure; creating multiple individual pieces of rigid shimmering glass. From what I see Im not entirely content with how many pieces I have. I continue smashing ans crushing the larger pieces of glass until I have ans acceptable amount at the perfect size.
I look over to Holly and notice she was starting to sketch what she had drawn on her sketch pad earlier in our last class. I turn to my left and see the intense concentration in Alex's eyes. Her forehead and eyes rising above the easel, I was actually excited to see her painting when she was done. Holly and Alex love art more than anyone I know and always pour their hearts out into their creations.
I regain focus onto my project, walking to the supply wall pulling open the supply drawer. Grabbing extra strength adhesive glue, paint brushes. an apron and gloves (just in case), and a heat shaped paper weight. I return to my display stool and begin to paint the paper weight. Brush stroke after brush stroke, dabs of glue, glass gently placed and ribbon carefully wrapped. I finally finished with only twenty minutes to spare. Holly and Alex were still with their creations. I left my paper weight on the drying shelf by the window. I hugged my friends goodbye and ran towards the south wing corridor. Since this was my lunch period my friends, who have the same lunch as me, we hang out somewhere; actually anywhere but the cafeteria.
Hi! It's Pixie<3 it's so nice to know that you're interested in my Fanfic Fairy Tale! l know im terrible at writing but I promise i'll do better 😀Thank you again for taking the time to read my story. Ciao! 😘
