There's No Wrong in Hoping- Foxxay

Part 1

The stale air. The dry heat. Smells of trashy perfumes. These lead to one unmistakable place: highschool. This one particularly, in Louisiana. Right outside of New Orleans. Every boy or girl from a number of towns near the city was sent to this school. Cordelia Goode was in her junior year. School had been an ok, maybe even said pleasant experience up until this year. She had friends, but they were tapering off and away from her ever since she had, well, changed. Life had come to a halt. Everything seemed to crumble and fall around her. A reason specifically she could not point out. Numbness is what you could say she was feeling. Empty, broken, unable to be fixed. Cordelia hoped that it would end soon, but who could really know?

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The bell rang for lunch, and Cordelia almost ran out of the classroom; eager for a break from the classes that were so dull that she mostly struggled to stay awake in. Today was a good day though; they were serving pizza, the only food that ever seemed appetizing on the menu. While hurrying to get in line, she almost knocked over a girl she had never met before. She must be new. But god, she was beautiful. Her hair was long, wavy, and blonde. Her eyes seemed to pierce into Cordelia's soul, bringing reassurance an a sudden jolt of happiness, but reflecting the pain and suffering she, too felt. Cordelia also noticed the prominent bruises and scars beaten along her arm, peeking out from under her shawl. She decided not to ask now, for she had surely gone through enough questions by the other girls in the school. The girl spoke, introducing herself as Misty Day, in a strong Cajun accent. Cordelia introduced herself, and misty smiled, saying "d'ya mind if I sit with ya? It's my first day here, and I haven't had the pleasure of meetin someone as nice as you..." Cordelia knew exactly who she was talking about. The girls at this school; they were so mean. She could see Misty's choice in fashion, though charming in Cordelia's taste, would not go well with the crowd at this school. Misty wore a long dress with a shawl, and layered jewelry of all sorts. The norm here was short skirts and tight clothes. Nothing like Misty's attire. Cordelia usually wore looser clothes- chic, but not anything as extreme as the others. Misty tapped Cordelia's shoulder. "Should I find somewhere else to sit?" She asked. "No, no, please, sit with me." Cordelia responded. They went and sat at a lunch table near the corner after they bought their lunches, and chatted in between bites. The girls were fast friends, very different from each other, but alike in so many ways. Cordelia couldn't shake this feeling that she had about misty. She was so beautiful, and half of the time she found herself wanting to lean over and kiss the cute blonde girl. She had only ever been in relationships with boys before, but this girl made her happy. Happier than any boy had ever made her feel in her entire life. The lunch soon ended, but Cordelia could tell this hadn't been the last she'd see of Misty Day.

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The crickets chirped. It had been hours since the school day ended. The dark had set in, yet Misty still lay awake, tears in her eyes, alone. She wasn't completely alone; her mother, drunk and sleeping, was in the other room, and her father, well, who the hell knows where he is. Her first day had been terrible; from the start to finish. The other girls picked on her for her voice, clothes, and abilities. In gym, she tried to stay hidden while changing, but the gym clothes had done a lousy job of covering up the bruises she had obtained from her mother, who had hit her in a drunken rage the night before. There had been one girl, though, who hadn't made fun of her, or made a comment about her scars and bruises. Cordelia. Cordelia Goode. Not only was she a nice person, but she was gorgeous. Her straight blonde her fell onto her shoulders neatly, so unlike Misty's own unruly locks. When Misty looked into Cordelia's eyes, however, there was the same sadness that must've lingered in her own. The pain and numb that caressed her soul; never letting go. As Misty found herself drifting off to sleep, she hoped that Cordelia saw in her what she saw in Cordelia. She prayed with all of her might that they could truly be friends. There's no wrong in hoping is there?