Fighting Stereotypes

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Ashley Bretton was different than the other girls her age. They were all trying to attract boyfriends, meanwhile, she minded her own business, she preferred to be alone.

It was 5:45 AM, the usual wakeup time, a digital alarm clock beeped around the beige painted room with bookshelves lining the walls. Ashley slid her feet out of bed, she walked across the cold wooden floors to her wardrobe. Her school was a private school, but there wasn't a uniform. She chose out a beige sweater, white tank top and jeans to wear. She slid into them and shuffled back to her bed. Ashley had long brown hair, usually found in a ponytail; pale freckled skin; light blue eyes and wore circular framed glasses. She picked up a book from her nightstand and started reading, she didn't take long to get ready in the mornings, her hair brushed easily, she didn't 'do' makeup and her outfits were very simple. Soon one of her mothers came in, Ashley had two mothers, each deeply in love with each other. "Ashley honey, breakfast is ready," she said before smiling and leaving the room. Ashley nodded, her mothers were probably more like people her age than she was. She left her room and walked down the stairs, "good morning Mum, Mother" she said as she entered the dining room, she slid onto her seat and began eating her pancakes, she loved pancakes, they helped with any moods.

She scraped the last of the pancakes off her plate and shoved the fork-full into her mouth. It was her first day back at school and she was going to be in year ten. She stood up with her plate and fork and put then in the sink, then she ran to the front door where her school bag sat with all her stuff inside. "See you after school!" She exclaimed as she left the house and started on the walk to school.

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Vivienne Aprilbush was strange to the other girls, she was a rebel, the bad girl and everyone admired her, but she was changing schools, to a private school where almost nobody would flirt with the same gender like she would.

She hadn't come out of the closet yet, her parents thought she was the perfect little straight. She wasn't. She was the opposite, she was about as straight as Ellen DeGeneres.

She sat up in bed, her long blonde hair fell in curly ringlets down her back, she eyed the leather jacket in the corner of her room and smiled softly. The blonde stood up and walked over to the large wooden dresser in the opposite corner of her room. She got out a white tank top and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She grabbed her leather jacket and phone and walked downstairs. She passed by her Parents, stuffing a small pride flag into her school bag, and without saying goodbye, she left the house. She had on white trainers with small rainbow strips, her parents not knowing about the shoes. As she walked, she whipped out a small compact mirror and pulled a tube of wine red lipstick out of a pocket in her jeans. She applied the lipstick right as she arrived at school.