'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...
I got punched in my arm and that person could punch. I was pulled into hug by a girl with red hair. I realized it was Carlotta. I hug her back. She retreated back and her eyes were glistening with tears. Why is she crying?
"So che seitu, Celeste. Come mi potrestidimenticare." She said through her tears. (I know it's you, Celeste. How could you forget me?)
Oh my god, she remembers me. "Pensi che ti abbia dimentico? Tu eri il mio migliore amico." I said holding back my tears. Why am I getting emotional? (Do you think I forgot you? You were my best friend.)
"Shut up, you are making me cry more." She said.
I laughed lightly and said, "You are crying at your own expense. I didn't order you to cry. Segnora Carlotta."
She chuckled or more like choked on her sobs. "I am not your servant, Celly-belly." Ugh, stupid nickname.
I wince at my name. "Please, don't call me that."
"Awww... Why are you upset, celly-belly?" She pinched my now flushed cheeks. My middle name is Isabella. So celly for Celeste and belly for Isabella. So you get the point, right?
"Stop calling me that or I will scream out your embarrassing secrets all over the college." I said seriously.
She rolled her eyes to cover her fear. She knows I would do that without hesitation."Come on. We need to go beg forgiveness from Blissy..." She pulled her name too long.
I smirked. "Sure. Let's go meet Bliss." What kind of parent names their child Bliss?
We walked out the room and entered the cafeteria. It was like everything stopped and everyone froze in their spot. Nobody moved. No sound. It was pin drop silence. The silence was deafening. Every person and every fibre of the person is watching me and my movements.
'Everybody is watching her but she is looking at you-u-u'. The song rang in my mind like a bell. Shut up and stop singing Rihanna.
I went back to my restinh bitch face and walked confidently with Carlotta. Whispers began like marathons the second I took a step. I bought pizza with fries and cookies. Orange juices is a must for me. What? I am thirsty. I walked with Carlotta to her friends. Whispers continued around me. I didn't care about it. I thought that I would see uncomfortable faces but I received very welcoming smiles from her friends. Well, that's a start. We sat down and I noticed there were 2 girls and three boys.
"Hi, I am Alena. The most sensible and mature one in the group." A girl with hazel brown hair and dark brown eyes said. The others scoffed at her, by others, I mean, the boys. All together. At the same time.
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