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Ramona looked up at her bedroom ceiling. Enraged. Thanks for preparing. She was dressed in her own style, but still casual. But she really didn't want that.
- Ramona. Let's go! Get your ass out of that bed right now. We will be late. - A sentence was said that made her roll her eyes. Her younger sister, Cerise.
- What do you want, girl in the red hood?! Seriously..do you only have this palette?? -The brunette raised her head a little, looking at the girl who was at her door. She noticed her appearance well. The youngest wore dark red baggy pants, they looked like burgundy. A white blouse. Your red coat. And to finish, a black boot. - Ew...did you wash that coat??
The girl with bangs rolled her eyes in boredom.
- You know well that I don't just have a Ramona coat. Now let's go! Daddy is waiting. She stops acting like a tantrum little child. You are not 15 anymore!
- And since when did it become a tantrum to have cravings?? What am I going to do in a ridiculous theater? Seeing people dancing and boring plays while I could be enjoying something else. Even here. Watching a movie with the family. As much as I hate looking at your face. - She huffed in boredom.
- Ahhg...I'm tired. I'll call dad and you can deal with him. - She leaves. Closing the door.
- OOOH..CERISE WAIT - Ramona. Upon hearing the words "Call" and "Father" in one sentence, she jumped out of her bed. She reached for her Cortuno that was lying next to her bed and put it on in seconds. She grabbed her bag and ran.
[...]
Arriving in front of the theater. Ramona took a good look at all the junk.
She felt a hand run through her bangs. Leonora. Her mother. Trying to organize them. The faded locks. She needed to paint again. That affection was nice. But she soon got irritated.
-Mother!! It will mess up.
- But what are you already?? It's possible?? -Cerise mocked. Her mother sent a disapproving look. Any sentence there, a war would start.
- Look who's Talking! You shouldn't even wash your coat. Who will say the hair?
- So for the record. I wash my hair every day because of training.
-And the coat?? It must be filthy! - Cerise frowned and moved away.
- Look, so sweet! Lets go in?? -Her mother talks about her. Breaking the mood between the two. She holds her husband's hand. - Lets go in. And enough fighting. If not, both will suffer the consequences. - The sisters looked at each other and smiled. From nervous.
Already inside the theater. Ramona was more certain that the place was old. She sat down next to Cerise. Always looking at the ceiling.
- What are you looking at??
-I'm afraid of dying buried. -The girl with bangs rolled her eyes.
- Stop being ridiculous, Ramona.
- You're ridiculous.
Ramona. Bored, she took out her cell phone and looked at social media. The place started to fill up. People coming in and choosing their seats. Echoes. Voices of people talking and laughing quietly. How boring! That was the worst idea her father ever had. "Family theatrical concert" How lame!
The lights turned off above everyone. Just focusing on the stage. A song that played for 5 seconds in her head made her mumble softly and roll her eyes. "BALLET?!? SERIOUSLY, DAD???". She returned her gaze to her cell phone, until she felt it being pulled away. She glared at the person who did it. Cerise. She was already going to say something. But she saw her give her cell phone to her father, Miles. The older man bent down to look at Ramona and glare at her angrily. Ramona swallowed and took her place.
He looked at his older sister. He saw in her look that she was already hating it at first. Cerise met the gaze upon her. She rolled her eyes in boredom at what was coming. Ramona smiled and let out a whisper.
- "I understand you."
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About 30 minutes after the presentation had started. Ramona wasn't paying attention to anything, but she understood the plot. It seemed to be a mix of classical and modern ballet. All dancers wore masks. In Ramona's head it looked like a mess. So, after finishing the play. Everyone went forward to finish something. Clap and more clap. Taking off the masks. There were two people at the center of all that madness. One of them was Duchess. Ramona knew her from high school. She never spoke to her and didn't really care.
Until her eyes hit something different.
A girl.
A girl who made everything explode inside her. Ramona stood up to applaud like everyone there. He stared at the girl on the stage. Your dark skin. Her brown hair in perfect curls, as well as big. Your eyes. The smile. The smile that made Ramona smile simple. The outfit she wore seemed to fit her body perfectly. The small tiara on her head made her cuter. The loose lace on her yellow dress with gold details. Ramona was lost in thought.
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After they arrived from the "old house". What Ramona decided to call it. Ramona and Cerise went to get ready for the party that Briar and Melody decided to throw at a moment's notice. The party would be at Briar's house to celebrate the beginning of summer.
The sisters didn't want to go. But Cedah's message asking if Cerise was going made the girl with bangs jump out of bed and beg Ramona to go with her. Because she had the car and the license for that. Since Cerise was still doing hers.
Ramona. After your little sister almost cries. She decided to go. She just took a shower, changed her clothes and went to meet her older sister who was already waiting at the top of the stairs.
- You two. No arriving after 3 am. Especially you Ramona. - Miles. Your father. He said as he looked at the girls walking down the stairs of the house.
- Which is dad. 'You're picking on me again. - Ramona crossed her arms, rolling her eyes.
- Your father is right, dear. Ramona..we know you very well. No jumping out the window.
- But mom... it's been so long.
- In truth. It was a month and a half ago.
- Silence girl with the hood. - Cerise rolled her eyes while Ramona spoke again. - How much Tsunami in a glass of water. It's cool. I promise to arrive before 3 and not break anything this time.
- And the least, my daughter. - Leonora smiled sweetly at her youngest daughter. - Girls can go. Careful. Don't let anyone put their hand in your cup-
- Mom calms down. Nobody's going to drug me. Maybe cerise. Since she is dead slow. - The girl with bangs pushed her lightly.
- Clear. Don't worry. We'll arrive before 3. - Cerise placed a kiss on her mother's cheek and went to the door of her house with Ramona. He blew a kiss in the air, then left.
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It's been around an hour since it arrived. There were various groups of people formed in various places. Melody's music was at medium volume. The food was divine. There were drinks, some with alcohol.
In one of these little "groups". Included were Rosabella, Darling, Ginger, Poppy, Duchess and Ramona.
Fact. Ramona wasn't even friends with Duchess (who was introduced at the party by Rosabella) and Poppy. But because they have friends in common. They ended up getting together. Darling never put down her cell phone at any point, always looking around looking for something or someone. Ginger always looked to see if the sweets and savory snacks were stocked at the table. She had made many for the party. Rosabella kept the conversation fresh for everyone there.
- This talk of calling Darl a thief of her own brother's girlfriends is already dead, right? - Duchess said. Which made Ginger and Poppy laugh like hyenas. Rosabella choked on her juice, while Darling rolled her eyes.
- Ah, ah! Did I generate cool jobs?? Rosabella went astray. Thanks to my lesbianism, Apple stopped pretending that she liked men. - A girl with platinum hair shone bragging. And she drank the Soda.
- I must thank you, dear. As difficult as it was to date her brother. - Rosabella kissed Darling's hand.
- Plebeian silence. She-she said pretending to wipe her hand on her jacket. Rosabella pretended to be offended.
- But it's really incredible. The rose soon gained the surname Charming. While Apple remains in the family, so now, getting the newest one. - Poppy put the facts on the wheel.
- What about me? - The previous blonde appeared behind the younger Charming. Poppy, who was next to her. She got scared. Darling turning to hug and give the girl in red a peck. Whispering a "I thought you weren't coming."
- Nothing else. So talking.
-Good. Since that's how it is. - White holds her girlfriend's waist. - I'll borrow it. Then I must come back to you.
-You can take it. Nobody wants this disposal here. - Poppy said. Immediately mocking Darling, who snorted.
- I won't say anything. Well, my darling is here. And I don't say inappropriate things around her. Goodbye Beggars. - She smiled awkwardly. While Apple rolled her eyes and kept Charming in the corner.
- Apple loves this Charming family. - Ramona spoke for the first time in the circle
- Fact. But you too Rosabella. - Duchess marked for the older Charming's girlfriend. - The darling changed the entire rotation plan of the world to have Apple. She's a naughty one. And you didn't miss one.
- But Darl and Apple are cute together.
-They're disgusting. - Ramona said, making Ginger roll her eyes.
- Well well! You're saying that because you still haven't found a woman to call yours. Stop being grumpy Badwolf.
Ramona rolled her eyes. The conversation lasted a while longer. Ginger went out to organize a table that was almost empty. Rosabella decided to look for Daring. Duchess and Poppy talked close to Ramona, but she already knew that their conversation was private.
Bad Wolf. Tired of that mess, she decided to move away. Ramona reached the party's entrance door. Leaving the house that was full of people. She sat down on the curb. She watched the people who still arrived. Some outside were chatting animatedly. Staring at the floor. Specifically. Her boot. She heard footsteps approaching. But I still looked down.
- Hello. Could you tell me if this house belongs to Briar Beauty? -A female voice echoed in her ears. It was fine and spontaneous. Ramona rolled her eyes in boredom. Still not looking at the owner.
- Are you selling any more sounds here? - She said mockingly. She looked up. Her blood ran cold. -Sorry.
YES. That girl. Was her. The same dark curls. The same eyes. Then they looked at her confused.
- Do you have bipolar disorder? I asked a simple question.
- Sorry. - She declared herself to be at the girl's height. Ramona didn't stop looking at her completely. Mainly her clothes. A white sneaker. White tights with some tears. A custom strap dress that I ate her thighs. It was smooth and yellowish in color. It's a black leather jacket. - It was not my intention.
- All good. I think we started off on the wrong foot, don't we? Nice to meet you, my name is Justine Dancer. - She smiled showing her teeth.
- Ramona. - She granted it out of respect. I still look at the girl in front of him surreptitiously.
-So Ramona?? -She shook her head with a "yes"-Okay then. So Ramona...I'll go in. See you later.
- I was going to go in too. I'm with you. - Justine turned to her and transmitted. What seemed friendly turned out to be provocative.
- Clear. Come then. - She held the hand of the girl with red locks and kept her inside that house.