Hey popcorns! 🍿
How are you all? I’m actually going back to my old school for two half days next week and I’m honestly having mixed feelings at the moment because for the three weeks after that I’ll be transferring to a new school so it feels pointless?! That’s life for you 😂
I am so excited to actually write this, so much planning is going into this story. I’ve made two character cards for Isabella and Ella because I need to work hard to make sure that each character is defined and not another one of those boring wet lettuces! 🥬
As you all know, I am not one for hanging around so as per usual let’s jump straight into this!
Wait, wait! Before we begin I would like to say that this is an edited version of the extract I wrote in the 15 Day Writing Challenge, it has been heavily edited because I actually am more committed to this storyline than I was, so if you recognise it now you know why!
“We don’t really exist though, so why should we follow their instructions?” I demanded, watching Ella as she elegantly applied her peach lip gloss, pouting at herself in the mirror to check it was evenly spread over her plump lips.
‘It’s their book, we’re just characters from her crazy brain. I told you, the book is boring if we don’t do what they write! Why would anyone want to read a book about someone else’s normal, boring life anyway? We have to give them some drama!” Ella exclaimed, eyeing my skeptically in the mirror beneath her ebony, thick lashes.
“You don’t have to screw up your life to make it interesting.” I murmured to myself, knowing that it wouldn’t make a difference. Ella was stubborn as heck and once she’d made up her mind nothing would ever change it.
“No, you don’t, you’re right. You just have to change it!” She blew me an air kiss before zipping up her makeup bag and stepping into her five inch glittering, gold heels.
They had made Ella cheat on her loyal boyfriend, Brett, with a guy named Jack. I’d known Jack in my early childhood and he’d always been an ass. He’d grown up to become an even bigger one, which honestly didn’t even surprise me anymore. I’d learnt that once a jerk, always a jerk.
I shook my head in disbelief, this plot was seriously getting messed up! Why did I have to get put as the best friend AKA the girl that no-one really cares about in the first place? The girl who always lives in her best friends shadow, the girl who is too scared to tell her best friend the way she likes her isn’t just as a friend till now.
Oh, did I forgot to tell you? They also made me a lesbian. Which I’m not, not at all. Yes, denial is the first stage. They said it brought ‘diversity and character’ to the book, I quote them directly. Diversity and character my peachy ass.
I knew what was coming up, but I was trying my best to ignore it. It had gone through my head a million times these last few days, what was happening today and now that I was a mere minute away from having to actually go through with it… all the confidence I thought I had seemed to fizzle out. I remember the exact words that kept playing in my mind ‘leaning towards her, winding my arms around her neck, I leaned forward-’ oh son of a monkey this was hard. I didn’t give a monkeys about monkeys, but somehow it made me smile.
“You ready to go, Bels? The night doesn’t wait for no one,” she winked at me, causing a small shiver to unintentionally slip down my spine.
Standing up and walking determinedly with courage that seemed to suddenly reappear, I walked straight up to her till my face was in such close proximity to hers that I could see the light freckles that dusted her nose and the golden flecks streaking through her bright and joyful hazelnut eyes.
Oh readers, savour every word because you are going to enjoy this, I hope it was worth the amount you payed for it,
Leaning towards her, winding my arms around her neck, I leant forward and grazed my lips against her, not quite forcing my lips onto hers into a full blown kiss just yet, waiting for her to resist and for the mortification to come that I knew was surely on it’s way.
“Just for the show,” she whispered into my trembling lips before pressing hers firmly against them and snaking her hands around my waist.
Wait what? I’d never read this part. To be fair, I hadn’t read past the kiss because I was too apprehensive to see my rejection written on paper but still. She’d whispered ‘just for the show’ into my ear which means…
Which means this is for the plot, what is written, what our whole lives are dedicated to. Why did it hurt so much then? Why did that one part of me actually want it to be real?
But it won’t- it couldn’t. It will never be real, no matter how hard I wish.
And that’s just how it has to be.
I really feel this story is really getting somewhere guys, now we’re finally into the *actual* chapters I can see me making heaps of progress! I know this was a short chapter but I’ll aim to get the chapters longer and longer as we go on, the POV of each chapter will switch between Isabella and Ella.
Alos just wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone who commented on my previous makeup discussion post as it was so lovely hearing all your thoughts and I will look forward to posting more discussion posts in the future 💕
Stay tuned for Wednesday’s very exciting book post ❤
Did you enjoy the first chapter? Do you think this could be a fangirling ship? Are you slowly but surely easing out of lockdown?
That’s a wrap 📚