Summary: Tinka centered, I tried to make her, like, I actually made her normal. You'll find out more when I write, 1st person, Ty/Tinka, Possible Gunter/Cece, but most of the time, she'll just be annoyed when she's around him, he annoys her shitless (would say crap, but doesn't have the same ring).
I looked around the classroom, supporting my head with my arm. "I hate geometry." I murmured as I examined the assignment. A lock of my hair fell out of my tight bun. I looked at it. It practically was stuffed with glitter. Honestly, I wasn't a fan of glitter. It was hard to remove, and it made it very easy for me to be found when I was hiding from my brother. He was way too pushy, once we were at home, I turned into me. Who am I? Well, I'm known as Tinka, sometimes even Tinkerbelle, but I like my middle name better, Liz. Only my real best friends call me Liz, and honestly, even that isn't too many. Ok, no one calls me Liz, not even my brother, he doesn't understand the concept.
People usually see me as the stuck up, upper middle class brat who likes glitter. I don't even have the accent. Once I came here, I dropped the accent, and got an American one. Gunter kept his, something about pride of heritage, and goat sales, I wasn't really listening, I was too busy twiddling my thumbs.
"Tinka!" Gunter practically screamed. "What?" I whispered in reply, trying to draw the attention away from me. "You need more glitter." He said handing me a tube of glitter.
I sighed and tucked it into my pocket. I grimaced at my outfit. I was wearing lime green sequin dress (cap sleeves), and with a neon pink zebra pattern. The letter 'T' was inscribed in the middle of the outfit in black glitter. Underneath the dress, I was wearing metallic tights, and low, and surprise, surprise, glittery heels.
The bell jolted me out of my daze. I was thinking about Ty. Ty Blue. That date we went on, I rigged that. No, seriously, I did. I told Gunter to make Ty pay. Whenever, I have a first date with a guy, I use the accent, but I use the element of appearance to spruce up the date. Obviously it worked on that date. The accent is a test.
The Accent Test:
A guy who really wants to go out with me will be able to look past the accent and see the real me. He won't think,"Dude, the guys will think she's a joke, but she's hot." He'll think," I like her regardless of the accent." The technique really works, well, it keeps away the sleaze bags looking for action.
I hated the cafeteria. A usual place of socialization, it harbored new friendships, and unfortunately, the scrutinizing glares of strangers and enemies. By enemies I mean Cece Jones and Rocky Blue, they are more like frenemies, but you get the point. I strolled over to my usual table that I shared with Gunter, and no one else. All eyes were on us as we unpacked our meat filled lunches. I hated the stare, it was like a laser, slowfully and painfully inching your skin off revealing the raw muscle. I still hadn't gotten used to it.
"Hey Stinka." Ty Blue said as he strolled across our table. I felt like tripping him right then and there, but from the look my brother shot me, that is not what Tinka would do. I shrugged it off and continued to imagine myself in Ty's arms, as we watched the sunset on a bench with a trellis arch over it, the sweet smell of rose in the arm, and the warm light of the setting sun, basking us in all of its glory, that is, until Cece Jones passed me. She's been awfully close to him for a while now, and I suddenly felt threatened. Cece Jones was not a frenemy, she was a threat.
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When school was over I practically bolted to the car outside. I was a silver sports car with the letters T & G labeled on the hood, in pink. I hated the car. As I entered shot gun, I crossed my arms, making Gunter give me the whole speech again.
"Why are you sad sister?" He said starting the engine. "Nothing…" I said in my normal accent. He wasn't convinced. "Is it the boy troubles again?" He said staring at me. "No." I said. He insisted. I denied. This was a daily routine that usually lasted until we got home. It was my one was of blocking conversation on how my day was, and what our dad's boiled goat eye was like.
My room was not glittery or sparkly. It was me. The real me. As I entered the room, the first thing that strikes you is the water bed with the aquarium header that held the lives of my fish, Guppy and Blinka, Gunter's idea of course. Then there is a light wooded desk on the right wall that had my laptop, llama bank, and my collection of books on it, a shag rug in the middle of the room, and in the bottom left of the room was my easel. I painted anytime I got as it was a source of venting my emotions. "Now, where are my scrubs?" I said searching for my paint-spotted, over-sized Ramones shirt and my grey shorts. I switched my heels for red high tops, took out my hair tie and endless amounts of bobby pins, and put my lucky baseball hat on backwards, and set to work.
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The doorbell rang, it was the traditional song of our country. I couldn't give a crap about our country and how mom was a 'princess', but I liked the tune of the song, so I drifted towards the door and answered it, scrubs and all.
It was not who I expected. Ty Blue stood behind my door, with his signature smirk. "What?" I scowled at him. No matter how much I liked him, I still wasn't over the 'Stinka' joke. "I thought sneakers were mine." He said noting my high tops. "So?" I still scowled. He looked me up and down, examining my whole body. "Hey Ty, my face is up here." I said smirking as his cheeks turned red.
"Wait, you don't have your accent." He said, finally figuring it out. I felt like smacking my forehead. He was dense. "Yeah, I don't have an accent, I just pretend I do and before you ask, the rest of my family's accents are real so… yeah." He was staring at my face.
"What do I have a smear of green paint under my eye?" I sarcastically asked. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you paint, that's cool." He stated out of the blue. I blushed, and looked at the ground. "Oh crap," I thought," He's trying to hit on me."
"What are you here for?" I questioned him. "Oh… Oh right, I'm here to work on a science project with Gunter." "Oh, I'll get him, usually he's indulged in a face mask and cucumbers right now." I said with a serious expression. Ty couldn't help but laugh.
"I'll get him." I said setting my phone on the table. I had got a message from Gunter earlier because he was too lazy to tell me, so I carried it with me.
As soon as Ty and Gunter were working on their project, I took my phone, and realized I had a message. It was from Ty. He had put his number on my phone. I peeked in the lounge, he saw me and smiled, and I left, feeling embarrassed. I replied," Sure, see you tomorrow at eight." Everything was going perfectly, for now.
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So guys, tell me what you think, I like making Tinka hate having to be Tinka, it's just fun, and here's a tip for you, if food soothes the savage beast, reviews soothes the writers heart… ;)