Vanilla & Strawberry (gxg)

I’m not going to put a ‘warning’ for this since it’s not bad, but if you are uncomfortable, this IS a girlxgirl book, in case you didn’t see it in the title. If you don’t like that, *points to the exit* the door is that way. If you’re still here then I hope you enjoy the book and comment or leave a review!

I flipped the page of my new book. I got it this morning and was already over halfway finished with it. Since it was after school, there weren’t many people left here. I was so absorbed in my new book, I didn’t notice them standing there. Mia Hendrix and her annoying group.

I try my best to just blend in. No one really notices me- and I’m okay with that. I wouldn’t really get bullied for most of my life because no one really cared about my existence. I was a waste of time and a waste of space- to the bullies too. But then I moved here. I was the new kid at a new school in a new city. And new people. Most people left me alone, not bothering with me. But for the first time in my life- I had bullies. And it was a lot worse than in books.

I moved here in the middle of my Sophomore year, and have been bullied ever since my first day. Even now, in my Junior year, I’m still being bullied.

“Oh look! The loser is still here,” The main leader of their little ‘group’, Mia, said. I closed my book and held it close to my chest, shrinking down. They walked over to where I was, and she pushed me back when I tried to duck around them. “Your so pathetic,” she said, grabbing my book and holding it up. She was like the stereotypical ‘mean popular girl’. Head cheerleader, puts on a sweet act around the guys but bullies people like me, she fits the stereotype well. She was probably nice somewhere deep, deep, deep down- but she’s only ever been mean to me. It’s like she goes out of her way just to make my life as miserable as possible, almost like it’s a game.

I sigh but reach up to try and grab my book, to which she holds it up high in the air. She’s much taller than me, so I know there’s not much I can do. “Can I please have my book back?” I ask. “What, this?” She asks, waving the book around above me. I nod and she laughs aloud, her two friends behind her following her lead. She pushed me to the ground, then proceeded to throw my book behind her- to the boy’s bathroom opening. My eyes widened as I realized I wouldn’t be able to get it. But while the book was midair, heading straight for the bathroom, a hand caught it. “Leave her alone, Mia,” the person said. I was relieved, but at the same time confused. I don’t have any friends, so who is this?

“And why should I?” Mia asked, tauntingly, still glaring at me. The mysterious person walked past Mia, hitting her with his shoulder and making her stagger back a little. I looked up from my spot on the ground and was met with sparkling emerald green eyes and a bright smile, a strand of blonde hair falling over the side of his tanned face. The boy looked down at me and reached his hand out to help me up, but I refused, grabbing my bag from a few feet away and quickly standing up, brushing myself off. I took my book back from his other hand and pushed my glasses up.
“Thanks,” I muttered and, holding my book tightly to my chest, quickly scurried away and to where I was originally heading: the music room.

I sighed in relief, shutting the door behind me and leaning back on it. After a few seconds of just leaning on the door with my eyes closed, I set my bag down by the door and pulled out my notebook and pencil. “I can’t wait to finally start writing the music for the lyrics I wrote last night,” I muttered aloud to myself as I walked over to my guitar, which I left at school. I sat on a seat nearby and put my notebook on the stand, opening it up to the most recent page with lyrics from a song I wrote. I hummed how I wanted the song to go first, then proceeded to play my guitar to match my humming, testing out different notes until it sounded how I liked. “Oh! That’s the note I was looking for!” I exclaimed and smiled a little as I wrote it down on the staff. I went through I quick run-through of the melody I had written in my notebook and smiled when it was how I wanted it to sound. Taking a deep breath and placing my fingers over the appropriate strings, I began to sing the lyrics along with the chords.