As the sun rose, music from an alarm clock went off. A hand with short nails painted black came out from under the blanket to shut it off, with a moan as the girl lifted herself from the bed. After her shower, she looked in the mirror with a smile, "Halloween is here in two days!" she reminded herself. She slipped on her socks, bra, underwear, then her jeans and a tank top. After which she messed up her wet hair; bright orange hair going one way, then the other. She brushed the tangles out, and then repeated for the result of the strands to fall wherever they would around her face. She walks back in her room to grab her bag, and slip on her classic Converse Chucks, then grabbed a T-shirt to put on when she got to school.
As she poured herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, in enters a tall, high school jock looking young man. His sandy-blonde hair waved around his eyes perfectly; highlighting his dark, honey-brown eyes. He put his hand up; blocking his eyes for a moment, in a way mocking her, "Put a shirt on." Then he poured himself a cup of coffee.
She looked down at her outfit, "Calm down, Scott, I am wearing a tank," she scoffed with a laugh at her stepbrother.
"Thank God I'm not really related to you," he replies; really, just a thought out loud.
"You know," she finishes her coffee, "I thank that very same thing, everyday." She smirks with a smile.
He ignores what she had said. "So, Veronica," he looked at her jeans, "No dyke pride today?"
She realized that she forgot her bracelet and belt; the only rainbow she had was the laces of her shoes. "Thanks for reminding me." She leaves. Shortly returning to the kitchen to grab her bag, "Catch you later." Then she walks out the door. She really never said that she was a lesbian; only when asked, but she did not lack in pride of her sexuality, no matter who had agreed or not agreed of it.
"Roni!" A young, pretty Latin American girl walks out a two-story house. Her smile shows her perfect teeth as she hugs the girl she called upon. It was a quick hug, but none-the-less one with care from both girls. Hand in hand as they walk down the street.
A couple blocks they met up with a tall, slight two-by-four of a young man. "Ian how goes it?" Veronica smiles and waves at her friend.
Ian raises his eyebrow, "I'm gone for three days, and I come back finding your hair is now orange?"
"I like it," the girl holding hands with Veronica smiles.
"You'll be fine if she'd shave her hair, Lynn." he shakes his head with a laugh at the young girls in love as they look at each other. "Ron, your hair is already naturally red, why dye it orange?"
"Ever see the movie Fifth Element?" Veronica asks. Ian nods. "I'm gonna be Leeloo for Halloween," she smiles.
"Yeah," Lynn nods, "And I'm going to be Korbin. And we think you should be Chris Tucker's character," she laughs with a smile.
"You mean the guy who dresses like a Tranny, but isn't?" he asks. The two girls nod. "No!" he shakes his head.
"Relax, she was joking." Veronica laughs at his reaction.
"Yeah. I'm going to be the girl, slut version of The Phantom, from The Phantom Of The Opera." Lynn nodded. "And, besides, no one wants to see you in the clothes he wore."
"Hey," Ian pouted, "What, don't think I'm sexy enough for it?" he stopped walking and strikes a pose.
All three laugh as they enter onto the school's property. As they walked through the parking lot and lawn, some people were looking at them, with odd faces. "God," Lynn sighed, "Shouldn't people be use to seeing lesbians?" she waved at some of the students that gave the three a look with attitude. "And it's not like we're the only gay people around,"
Veronica tugged lightly at her girlfriend's hand, "Babe," she laughs a bit, "I'm wearing a white wife-beater with a black bra underneath, with the sun beating down,"
Lynn looked at Veronica and her see-through shirt. She shakes her head at herself. "Put your damn shirt on."
Ian laughed at the girl, with kindness, "You have a passionate one, there, Roni." He waved farewell at the two girls as he walked another direction when a bell rang; warning the students to get to class.
"You okay?" Veronica fixed her shirt, and saw Lynn looking down.
"Yeah," she gave the other girl a weak smile, "My Dad, he's in denial. Every time that my mom wants to invite you over, he acts like we're too busy, or he says something comes up." She looked down at the ground for a moment, "It's like I'm not his little girl anymore; some stranger in his daughter's body, or something."
"Hey," Veronica caresses Lynn's jaw line, "We'll come across people who don't agree with who we are or who we love. Sadly, some of those people will be people who we care about. But if they really do care about us, they'll come around." She kissed Lynn.
"Ladies," A male teacher with some gray hairs in his full head of brown hair stood at the doorway of a classroom. "I don't care whether you're straight, homosexual, bisexual, or even attracted to mermaids; you're too young for any sexual actions, nonetheless during school. Now, get to your class, Miss Cortez, and Miss Corneille, get in here and start reading."
The girls laughed with a nod, then hug each other goodbye. Lynn walked a couple doors down, as Veronica walked past the teacher, "So, Mr. Tuck, what's today's assignment?"
"Just read where we left off on Friday," he replied, as they both walked in the classroom.
The moment that the bell rang for lunch, a bunch of students rushed out of their classrooms. Several groups of different types of people gathered together, a few going back and forth between different groups, and some just walked around.
Lynn and Ian walk out of a room, talking. They were walking toward the baseball field, where they would meet their friends. Most of the group was already there, talking and such. Shortly after, walks up Veronica and another friend with several beverages and some snacks in their bags. People were talking about ditching the rest of the day and walking up to the park and hanging out. Some people agreed, so they began to walk, smoothly off the campus. Veronica, Lynn, and Ian walked slowly behind, debating whether they should ditch their classes or not?
They did eventually decide to ditch. All three did fairly well in their classes; not going to class every once in awhile wouldn't hurt them. With that settled, they walked off campus, caught up to the others. And as they walked, they talked; as friends do.
"So," Ian began to ask either of the girls, "How's the fams?" Both girls sigh. He laughed at their responses, "That good, huh?"
"My father hates me," Lynn answers.
"He doesn't hate you," Veronica wrapped her arm around Lynn's shoulder in a hug, "He just needs some time. He loves you." She kissed her girlfriend's cheek. She laughed to herself, "You wanna know hate? Scott hates me; he hates everything that's different than the American dream," she mocked with a laugh.
Lynn and Ian raise their eyebrows at Veronica. "And this, you figure how?" Ian wondered.
"This morning, for example," Veronica replied, "He saw that I didn't put on my bracelet or my belt on yet, and he said 'No dyke pride today?'" she scoffed with a shake of her head. "After my mom died, everything changed; my dad turned into an empty shell that got lucky with a pretty, nice woman. And the only thing that I have close to a sibling, is a stepbrother that is discussed with the very thought of me." For a moment, the happy, rebel girl was this sad, emotional girl.
Lynn stopped walking, which stopped Veronica, as well as Ian stopped. Lynn held her in a tight hug for a long moment, then kissed her cheek, then a light, loving kiss. She pulled away, and looked at Ian, with a look that said she was unsure what to do or say.
