SWEETLY SEDUCTIVE

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𝔻𝕠 𝕀 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤?
- 𝔸𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕞 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕟

Melanie Michaels

Dear diary...

Light trickled in through my thin white cotton curtains, reflecting off picture frames and mirrors causing the light to dance around the room. Sighing I slowly rise into a slouch and look around to the few moving boxes that litter the grey hard wood flooring. Blinking to remove the sleep I hear my mother singing made up lyrics to 'Happy', weakly chuckling I throw off my comforter and make my way to my whitewashed vanity.

Perching on the rickety stool I peer at my morning self. Bleached white hair tied in a messy knot, tired eyes and pale skin. Lovely. Getting to work I have a quick wash and throw on my not so suitable uniform; eggshell collar shirt teamed with a red and gold tie, fishnet tights under mid-thigh stockings held up by a red garter belt, and a short pinafore that nestles under my breasts. Getting back to my vanity I brush out the knots in my lengthy hair and throw it up into an equally as messy ponytail, I apply a deep red lipstick and brush mascara onto my lashes.

Tidying up after myself I skip down the stairs and greet Frank with a cheek kiss - Frank was a creepy looking lad with mummy issues but he was my cousin we had each others backs no matter what. Me and Frank were close like siblings we even got our tattoos done together- his saying 'unlucky' and mine saying 'bite me' on our necks. Im quick to make a travel mug full of coffee knowing I couldnt stomach breakfast without feeling queasy at eating so early in the day. Shouldering my red slouch bag and toeing on my ankle boot heels. Frank opens the door and shuts it behind me, throwing a quick bye to my mum we make our way to Abbie Grove.

My newfound hell.

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After a quick meeting with the nutty head teacher, Fraser, I enter the chaotic Form K. Glancing around from my place in the doorway, I familiarise myself with the new surroundings. Yellow walls decked out in class work and posters give the place a warm feeling, groups of students chatting and in some cases dancing around the two-seater desks, and an empty teachers desk. An empty desk at the very back of the room catches my eye, making my way over I see that it only has one seat. Sitting in it I throw a smile to the dark-skinned girl that is sitting diagonally to me.

A sassy duo, made up of a tanned girl and dark lanky boy, eagerly make introductions for the whole class and me. Chantelle and Stephen, the duo, are quick to fire questions at me. I laugh at their fascination, "I just moved from Moston with my fam. Came up here to be closer to my dads side of the family."  I summarise before a 20-something-year-old staggers into the room with a navy hood covering his face. Everyone settles down into their seats as Jing, the hardworking Chinese, throws the man the register and curses him in Chinese.

My phone vibrating catches my attention from two boys entering the room, pulling it from out of my bra I check the notification.

'Wanna go the shops later. – Frank'

'Sure, text us when. – Melanie'

Pocketing the phone, I notice that someone now sits next to me in a chair that wasnt there before, my eyes shot up in surprise to see a baby-faced lad with shaved brown head and a long black trench coat, looking to the front I see a boy in a wheelchair and cap, both giving me a quizzical look to which I raise an eyebrow at. "Can I help you?" I question with a 'you're creeping me out, please, stop.' face.

"You're fit." Said the lad in front with a wide smile, I snort quietly. The boy next to me nudges me before leaning into my personal space. "yeah, you can give us a kiss, cherry." He huskily whispers into my ear; I blush at his straightforwardness before getting a hold of myself. Smirking I turn my head, he was that close that our noses brushed against each others, I glance at his lips before slowly dragging my ocean eyes up to his desire filled murky green ones. Brushing my full lips against his chapped ones, I press a lingered kiss against the side of his mouth, causing a light dusting of pink to take over his face. Pulling away we tune back into hear joe, the innocent pudge lad that sit at the front, call the teacher dad.