'Some fruits should be left forbidden.'
Celestina Quinn is nothing like those other people. Her beauty hides her soul, masking her to be a normal person. Her sharp words are her quiver of arrows. Her too good to be true personality which everybody b...
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Celestina's POV
I got in my car and drove to my college.
MY CAR
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My cars back in Italy are much better.
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I entered the college seeing many questioning, confused and some awestruck eyes. Was I that fascinating or is there something on my face? I wonder why they were looking at me like that?
I went to the admission office and saw a woman in her late thirties. I felt like I was in high school again. I walked up to her. 'Breathe' I told myself.
"Hello, I am new here and my name is Celestina Quinn" I said softly.
"Hello there, Welcome to Chicago Arts Academy. I have your schedule, locker, map and slip for last admission. Walk straight and take a left, you will find the girls locker." Ms. Greg said smiling sweetly at me. It wasn't a fake smile. 'Wow, surprise. Everyoneisn'tfake.' My mind sassed me.
"So welcome." I muttered to myself. "Thank you" I said softly to her and gave her a small smile.
I walked in the directions given by Ms. Greg.
I found my locker with the no. 2420. I saw a bunch of girls near my locker. They just had that look. The world revolved around them. Uh oh, Bitches Alert.
The leader obviously kept ordering the others like she owned them. She was pretty outside but inside not so much. Others were looking at her like lovesick puppy. She had black hair till her shoulder with highlights of almond ruffle at the end and hazel eyes with black flecks in them. I had her looks memorized within 15 seconds of our interaction. MENTAL NOTE: Don't talk to them. Don't even look at them.
I open my locker and loaded my stuff in it. I heard clicking of heels beside me. I turned around to find the leader girl.
"Hi, my name is Bliss and I'm the head cheerleader. I'm too busy to be bothering with you....." She gave me an once over. "But you will need a warning about messing with me." Bliss the bitch said to me smiling sweetly. Unecessary comment. My mind quipped. She threatened me. SHE THREATENED ME. HOW DARE SHE? Whatever.....calm down and breathe in and out.
"Thank you for the warning. "I said turning away from her. I was filled with rage but I didn't want her to know. Why let her get to me? But, I don't like being threatened. Even a small threat.
"As long as we are clear, nerd." She said in a cold tone and she walked away. How am I 'the nerd'? What is this place, even?
I was breathing in and out to calm myself and gritting my teeth. I didn't realise a crowd had formed to watch the Queen bee of the college because my eyes were closed. A hand in my shoulder brought me back to my world. My eyes snapped to a pair of mesmerising green eyes. A girl at 5'4 with red hair and green eyes with flecks of blue was standing. She is beautiful in her own way. She was tiny and petite. Her face showed concern for me, I guess? But she seemed familiar.
"Hi, I'm Carlotta Moreau. Are you okay?" Her sweet voice filled my ears. Shock is an understatement of my reaction.
Dio mio, I am in huge trouble.
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