There once was a girl named Delilah Wells. She was 18 years old and was in her Sophomore year of College. She had dark brown hair down a bit past her shoulders, hazel eyes, and she's always wearing what she calls her trusty beaded bracelet with a colored pattern of white, blue, and purple. She's never been in a relationship. She has quite the record of straight B's and C's her parents want her to try harder to get into Harvard. "Don't become a failure in life!" They say. They don't support her in anything. Anyways, enough about this girl's sappy life. Onto the story.
Delilah walked into class, drowsy, worked up, weary, and caffeine-less. Just like a normal gruesome day of college, she slinked down into her chair hopeless of learning anything interesting or really anything she would actually use in her life. She blinked her eyes once, then twice, then before she knew it... ''Delilah! No sleeping in my classroom!'' Her teacher Ms. Thomas screeched. Delilah immediately sat up as her eye bags were showing she straightened her circular glasses and watched closely and sort of interested in this student's looks and what their personality may be. Whether they may be sporty and cheerful, mindful and have extra circulars after Delilah's normal classes, may they be the mother type who is caring and overthinks -...
Just like Delilah realized she is right now. As the about 4 ft 9-inch kid, looking to be 17 or 16 just looked at her, and simply but surely... Waved. Just a wave, and a smile. Something Delilah doesn't get often. Considering her parents usually never talk to her, and she was for sure NOT popular or didn't have many friends. She awkwardly made a crooked sort of smile and waved back as her black circle lensed glasses fell right off her small plump nose and onto the ground-... ' Crack! ' Delilah heard. As she scrambled to raise her hand. '' May I PLEASE use the bathroom, Ms. Thomas? '' She ran off as Ms. Thomas said, '' But Del-... '' She thought of the pink haired shiny glittery pony collectibles she had gathered as a child. And the Ultra rare ones with a rainbow mane, she felt like that ponies mane. She felt..
Strange. Awkward even... She couldn't think straight and thought... What if I'm not? She didn't care at the slightest that she left her bag in the classroom all she thought was, '' I. Do. Not. Like. Females! '' Her parents always told her, boys like girls, girls like boys. It was how the world was set to be. It's how everyone SHOULD be. Delilah was a sunflower who didn't face towards the sun. She was the one finger paint with only 1 color. She was the duckling with a strange brown streak on its tail, she just felt.. Different. Almost like an emotional wreck-.. No that's not right. Almost like...
'' A Mess Of Colors... ''
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A Mess Of Colors
RomanceThere once was a young girl named Delilah. She thought as a kid boys love girls, girls love boys. Or so her parents told her to think. That all changes once a new student arrived.
