Almost a Cinderella Story (Lesbian)

Almost a Cinderella Story (Part 10)

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-Tinkerbell

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•Two years later•

You're probably wondering what's happened in the last two years. Well..I ended up transferring two days after the whole, 'Tatum and Celie Love Fest' in the hallway at Los Angeles High. I knew I would have to get over them..all of them..Drew, Lennox, and sadly..Tatum. I ended up deleting all their numbers and blocked them on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and basically every form of communication you can think of. I wasn't trying to seem harsh..I just had to get over them. When I had gotten to my new school, New Carlton High, I ended up being an outcast. Why? Everyone there has that fierce, mysterious vibe to them. So of course, a person who loves bright colors and still slept with her stuffed animals (not that they knew about that) didn't really 'fit in'. So I ended up finding a friend..an amazing friend that had taken me under her wing and helped me figure out the ropes of the school. Her name is Fallon. Fallon Vega. She has long, blonde hair with black tips. It stops at her butt, same as mine. She has a piercing on her nose, eyebrow, lip and she has three cartilage piercings and three earlobe piercings on both ears. She has a bellybutton ring and a tattoo on her finger, wrist and waist. They all say, 'LOVE'. She also has witch nails that are white, baby blue, and sea foam green with newspaper print on all of them.

She told me when I came to the school to change my image. I loved the way she had her piercings and tattoos, so she told me to copy the EXACT way she had gotten hers..so I did. I took her black tips, witch nails (except mine are black, white, and red) piercings, and tattoos. I started wearing more black and soon, we ruled the school.

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"Heyy, Fallon."

"Heyy, Celie," Fallon says to me. She has the most amazing voice ever. It's serious, yet playful. Loving, yet stern. I loved saying random things to her just to hear her talk.

"I love your outfit," I say while studying her outfit, up and down.

She's wearing some black shorts that stop at her mid thigh and a loose crop top. Her dazzling bellybutton ring is shining as she moves. You can see her waist tattoo. She has on some red converses, a black choker, and some red lipstick. Her hair is down and straight.

"Thanks, babe. As usually, I love yours too," she says.

I'm wearing some tight, skinny jeans with slits from my pockets to my feet, that are rolled up a little bit over my ankles. My dark purple shirt is cami and is form-fitting at the top and then loose at the bottom. You can see my bellybutton ring and my waist tattoo. I have on some purple Vans and my hair is down and crinkled with a black beanie. I have on red lipstick (still my signature even after two years!) and a silver choker.

I walk outside and close the door, grabbing my purse and new Ray Ban glasses, placing them on my face.

"You ready to go?" she asks me.

"Yeah."

We get in her car and drive downtown. Fallon parks on the side of the street and puts about four hours on the meter. We get out the car and start walking.

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•Three hours later•

"Let's go get frozen yogurt!" I scream.

"Mmmmm..let's not," Fallon says.

"FALLON. You know how much I love frozen yogurt."

I stand there and stare her down.