Maybe a lot of you may not know what i am talking about, or don't want to read about the subject that i am going to talk about, or maybe you don't even now how to use this page at all.
Okay. Here we go:
My name has always been Isabel since i was born and babtized and bleh, that's irrelevant. I've always wanted to have a different name and a different life, just to see how easy it could be... not to be me. i don't want to be me. I don't like myself. Myself is such a boring word for ME to say. Maybe not for you, but extremely for me. No one may care and maybe there IS hope for such little problem, but i... i just haven't found it yet. No hope, no love, no faith. Nothing for the 84% girl called Isabel that is often called Isabella because ignorance is a thing. I get it, i'm a teenager. But let me just write the definition of teenager that i found on google: A person aged between 13 and 19 years old. Google is not clear enough. Yeah, maybe they give you a clear definition of what "Teenager" means, but they're missing something out. The period of adolescence is not easy. I didn't write that because i'm living that period, but because we don't only get told by our parents how hard it was for them to get out of that period. We also get told by our teachers, counselors, uncles, aunts, older friends, even grandparents, and famous people that you wish to be. Don't lie. You wish you could be Beyonce making that video with Niki Minaj. Even I, an edgy, grunge, goth, whatever you want to call me, i, too, want to be Beyonce filming that video. Anyway, this doesn't make my point clear... even thong i don't have a point to prove. I'm just writing about my feelings in this weird blog that i decided to get after my uncle told me i would be good at "Writing". Well. am i? I don't know. The people reading this SHOULD at least write to me, telling me if this is relatable or anything that's on your mind. I am not a piece of support. I don't stink at giving advice, but since i'm a teenager.
This is a mature, standalone girlxgirl story.
Caitlyn never expected her best friend's little sister to kiss her on New Year's Eve four years ago. To her, Hazel was always Jace's awkward little sister nicknamed, "sprout," that tagged along in car rides, wore baggy clothing, and would be afraid of being the slightest bit tardy to class.
So, of course, Caitlyn had to let her down gently before Hazel returned to her first year of college.
Four years later, her best friend presents her with the idea of moving in with Hazel, who freshly graduated college. Obviously, she agrees, because what harm can little ole' sprout do?
A lot.
Because, Hazel is a lot different than what Caitlyn remembers. Bratty, tight clothing, and overall body of a goddess, all paired with the Hazel she knew and loved. But, under this new exterior, Caitlyn can't help but think differently of the woman that kissed her four years ago.
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Hazel was always in love with her brother's best friend, Caitlyn. Ever since they were kids, she admired her from afar and tried to get as close as possible.
So, misinterpreting the signs, during winter break of her freshman year of college, she decides to kiss her.
Oh, she was sorely mistaken.
Crushed. Heartbroken. Humiliated.
Hazel goes back to college with the intention to forget about Caitlyn and reinvent herself. Yet, when she's found herself in shitty situation where her apartment isn't available for the next year, her brother convinces her to move in with Caitlyn.
What could go wrong?