Story description
A romance grows between the two girls who initially hated each other. A story about both a judgmental society, difficult emotions, more than one destructive home, and unfortunate events but also glimpses of hope, falling for the only one who understands, and a journey towards acceptance.
A queer love story between two young people who want to find their path in this not so supporting world.
Triggering content may include moderate violence, bullying, homophobia.
Chapter 1. A kiss and a fight
The sound of tears was not to be detected. Because tears don’t have a sound within themselves. However, if tears had a sound, the entire room would have been an everlasting chaos of tear noise. She sat and listened to violins on the stereo, on a low volume to not disturb the rest of the house. She looked at the paintings in front of her, really studying them. They were everything that was left after the fire and one corner was still black from the flames. When the firefighters killed the fire who killed her mothers, she saw the paintings her mother had painted. She took them with her, but she didn’t want to remember as much as she did right now.
It was bright and quite good weather for once. The school bells are giving its familiar sound, saying that all students should go to their classes. Samantha watches everyone being busy, but her eyes fixate on the messy group beside the entrance who are always begging to fight with absolutely everyone. Sometimes she gets in a fight with Miranda. Why? Because she is the only one not accepting her shitty behavior! However, there’s something special about Miranda and her long blonde, almost white-colored hair, and her bright green eyes that look like deep wells anyone could drown in. Okay, maybe not everyone, but Samantha could! So dangerous, so evil but so stunning. Like a fairy…
“Isn’t it the little Red Riding Hood who’s coming?” someone from Miranda’s group just shouted to Samantha.
“Yes, I’m a ginger, does it bother you? Perhaps like flames burning your skin, you shit head” Samantha snaps back without even thinking it through. It sounded way more awkward and ridiculous when she said it out loud than it sounded in her brain. She thought she could be fast-paced and smoothly slip by the ill-mannered laughing teenagers, but she wasn’t smooth enough because Miranda to a grip around her school uniform’s neck.
“I’m winning over you, Little Red Riding Hood, just wait for the lunch break! You shouldn’t be this rude, you know” Miranda’s eyes are burning Samantha’s face, it feels like. Despite the pain in the neck, she can feel a tingling feeling inside her whole body. She scoffs at them with her smile but says nothing. When Miranda finally loses the grip, perhaps by Samantha’s ignorance that might have overtaken her confidence, Samantha laughingly enters the building.
“She’s such a tomboy” someone states from the group, but she couldn’t care less.
The class was boring and on the lunch break, Samantha read a book under one of the oak trees in the park near the school. She tried to appear busy, but she barely read her book if she was being completely honest with herself. The sentences just flew by without her recognizing their meaning. From nowhere, she felt a kick in her back. It was hard and maybe a bit more painful than she would have thought, so her body took a surprised turn to the left and she fell to the ground. She looks up just to see Miranda watching her carefully like she’s going to fight back immediately.
“Well… So you have to go from the back to have a chance” Samantha growls and slowly raises her body back to a sitting posture. She didn’t feel like fighting today. Miranda places her head near Samanthas and whispers:
“This park is mine, get your ass out of here!”
It actually sounded a little bit silly since it’s public property, which was exactly was Samantha told her as well. Before Miranda did anything further, still with her head beside Samanthas, something else happened that Miranda had not suspected would ever happen this Tuesday. Samantha immediately turns her head around toward Miranda and kisses her on the lips.
“What the hell are you doing you slut?”
“Kissing you”
The two girls look at each other, doing nothing. Both with surprised facial expressions so intense the whole school could smell it even from this distance.
Samantha looks out of the window and gets annoyed by her teacher’s not-so-excited storytelling voice. She feels warm in her body and maybe some butterflies living in there as well. She liked the odd kiss, no matter how Miranda would crush her in return.
On her way out of the classroom, someone pulls her shoulder and drags her into the bathroom. Of course, a bathroom nobody used, and it was placed conveniently beside the classroom.
“What do you think you’re doing? What you did to Miranda is sexual assault!” a black-haired girl with freckles accuses her of and the rest of the people in the group agree. They are probably at least five and they stare with an angrily hungry vengeful look at her. She feels little for once. They are too many for her to win against.
“So you like girls?” one guy, she thinks her name is Damien, says with an irritating smile on his dry lips. The ill-fitting clothes scream like they are musty. His bald head has drops of sweat on it.
“What’s about it?” Samantha finally responds calmly and perhaps a bit nonchalant, even though she’s genuinely scared. She’s surprised herself by her own acting. She’s talented, she should’ve become an actress…
“You’re so gross” the black-haired girl states like it’s some kind of fact. And the fight starts. Samantha didn’t win. The group with old-fashioned views did. They beat her up mercilessly and now she found herself on the floor with a bloody nose thinking that her nose was her smallest problem right now. She prays a silent prayer that the next day will be less painful.
When school is over and the blood has dried up her nose, she feels somber and exhausted. She was waiting on the bus to have a coffee at her favorite cafe in town when she heard footsteps behind her. Like a threatened animal she turns around ready to fight.
“How are you?”
The question took her back a few miles. It came from Miranda.
“What kind of question is that, it’s all your fault you meathead!” Samantha screams and tries to hold her tears back. It wasn’t fair for her to use her entire group to beat just one person up – not a fair game!
“I suspect you don’t feel very well…”
“And I suspect you are happy now?”
Both girls went silent.
“Are you going to town?” Miranda asks in a tone that sounds a little bit unsure if she even knows what she is doing.
“Why are you asking?” Samantha says but refuses to look at her.
“Well, I’m going on the bus as well, so I guess you have to see me for a while longer”
Samantha feels a peculiar feeling that is probably indescribable. She is mad and curious at the same time even though she knows she should be just mad and nothing else.
The bus finally arrived, and the girls went on. To Samantha’s surprise, Miranda sat down next to her even though the bus was close to empty. Close. So very close. What does this even mean?
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