Dear Lucille

I take my first step into the school, letting all the air I’ve been holding in, out. I look around, confused as hell. Where’s the office? Some girl with long blue hair. Her bangs were died white, iced black. The look she had was risky, but she definitely worked it. She wore a shirt that showed her belly, a shimmering piece of metal in her belly button. Shorts that definitely did not pass the Dress Code test. Did I even read the Dress Code? I looked down at my skirt that hung by my knees and my pale pink sweater and sighed. I need a new wardrobe. I looked up to be staring in her storming grey eyes. 

“Are you lost?” Her voice rolled out of her mouth so smooth, the words sounded like an angels harp playing the most beautiful song ever created. 

“Ye-Yeah,” I stammered, my cheeks burning. “Can you show me to the office? I’m new here...,” She nodded and grabbed my wrist, sending a million sparks through my arm. She turned down some hallway and tugged me into a small room which turned into a bigger room. A lady typed away busily at a computer. A kid sat in a chair next to a door that said Principle and a young woman, probably a teacher, was taking papers out of the printer. The girl pulled me too the desk and let go of my hand. The lack of warmth made me sigh quietly. 

“Hi, Celestia,” She smiled this beautiful smile. The woman looks up and smiles back.

“Hey, Lucy!” Celestia stopped typing and focused all her attention on her. “In trouble again?”

“Not yet,” Lucy stuck her tongue out, revealing a tongue piercing with a weed leaf on it. “I’m here because this beautiful girl is new here and needs to get registered. I’ll give her the tour,” Celestia’s smile slipped when she looked at me and then looked at the computer.

“Name?” She sounded cold as she spoke to me.

“Amelia Thompson,” I mumbled.

“Speak up! I know you’re louder then that, I’ve heard your beautiful voice,” Lucy smiled at me.

“Amelia Thompson,” I blurted out slightly louder this time. Lucy laughed and leaned on the desk, her cleavage popping out of her shirt. I blushed and looked away. Celestia handed me a schedule and an ID badge. I looked at my picture. My bangs were straight across my forehead just above my annoying blue eyes. My plaid button up shirt screamed country and my hair was in a ponytail like normal. I grabbed my now black hair, wishing it was brown again. 

“So Amelia Thompson, huh?” Lucy said as we walked out of the office. “What’s your middle name?” She faced towards me, walking backwards down the deserted hallway.

“Talia,” I blushed looking down at my boots. 

“AT&T,” She laughed this laugh that sounded like angels singing. Everything she did was like an angel, because she truly was an angel. 

“Funny,” I mumbled. “What’s your full name?” I licked my dry lips and looked down at my schedule quickly. First class is Geology. Easy enough.

“Lucille Acelity Rilison Dedrickson,” She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Two last names are from my gay dads not knowing whose name to go with,” She smiled at me. 

“Gay? Like they’re married?” I blushed as we stopped at my locker. I started putting in the combo, messing up each time.

“Not legally. It’s cool having gay parents. They didn’t freak when I came out of the closet,” She ran her tongue over her top lip. She smiled at me again. God she’s lovely. Am I gay? I mean I obviously like her but that’s normal for girls to have some crushes on the same sex? I only had one boyfriend before and I was never actually into him. I just wanted a boyfriend like everyone else. “When did you come out to your parents?” She asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“What?! I didn’t,” I gaped at her. Did she think I was gay?!

“Oh! You haven’t yet,” She pulled out a touch screen phone and typed away.

“I’m not gay,” I muttered, tugging at my locker for the tenth time. She bumped my hip and grabbed my paper reading it before twisting at the lock.

“So you haven’t came out to yourself yet,” She whispered. She got it open and showed me how to do it. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” Her question took me back a bit. I bit my lip and shook my head. She laughed and took me on a tour of the school. At the end of it we were back at my locker, putting the stuff I wouldn’t need away. 

I shut my locker and turned away. She was right there. A small eep left my mouth, all air left my lungs. “Would you like too?” She licked her lips.

“Wha-” I said before she smashed her lips onto mine. I was taken back but soon slipped my hands into her hair pulling her closer to me. She pulled away and stared into my eyes, my heart pounding. 

“Yeah, you’re a dyke,” She muttered. The bell went off and she pushed off my locker and disappeared into the filling hallway.

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“I don’t know, Rilley,” I said, hanging upside down from my bed. My best friend of 8 years finally called me after a week of me being gone. “She had lips that felt like velvet. She tasted like Cherries. She was so passionate,” 

“Do you want to kiss her again? Do you think she wants to kiss you?” I heard shuffling from his end. “I have to go, but email me tomorrow” He hung up and left me here to stare at my ceiling. I rolled onto my stomach and pushed myself off the bed.

“Amy, Amy!” My little brother, Josh, pushed open my door. “It’s dinner time,” He said bouncing on his toes. 

“Okay, I’ll be out in a little,” I smiled down at the six year old. He wore miss matched shoes and pants that had a big hole in the knee. He nodded his head and slammed my door, his shoes making loud smacks as he ran down my stairs. 

I grabbed my slippers and slipped them onto my feet. I looked in the mirror, my electric blue eyes shined under my black bangs. I tugged at a strand of hair, wishing I didn’t dye it again. I opened my door and flopped down the stairs, tripping on the last step. “Don’t kill yourself in the new house!” My older brother, Brad, said as he passed by me. I flipped him off and shuffled into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and shook my head. I hated my face so much. 

I removed my contacts and grabbed my glasses, dropping them in the sink. I sighed and clean them off and slid them on my face. I went into the dining room, which still had boxes in the corners. I sat in a chair by the window and pulled out my phone, checking my in-box. 

Rilley-Smiley: R u goin 2 ask her 2morow about it?

Me: Hell no. She can come talk to me about it.

I set my phone in my lap and scooted closer to the table, crossing my legs. My mum set a few plates in the middle of the table and sat down. I guess we’re having steak and fries. Brad walked in the room, handing me a coke and sitting down at his chair next to me. I flicked the top of the can and popped it open. I stared at the fizz and shook my head. I hate that sound so much. I poured the cans contents into a cup of ice and tuned into the conversation.

“Ame, since you’re the only one who went to school today,” My mum said, glaring at Brad. “How was your first day,”

“Pretty good, I think I made a friend or two,” I nibbled on a fry before swishing it in some ketchup. “All the teachers I have are pretty nice so far,” After that most of the talk was about the new neighborhood and plans for camping over spring break.

I pulled off my shirt and threw on a tank top and left the shorts I put on when I came home. I pulled most of my hair into a pony tail, leaving my bangs to cover my forehead. I laid into my bed which was a hammock with a bunch of pillows and a big comfy blanket. I stared at the bare ceiling thinking back to the kiss. Blush crept onto my cheeks as I remembered every little detail. I rolled over onto my stomach and smiled into my pillow. 

I think I want to kiss her again. And again and again, until I can’t stop kissing her.