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The Girl Who Broke into Her Crush's House: (The Cupcake Thief Triology): Part I
A/N: Seriously? Don't like a story before you've read it! If you don't want to read it, don't like it. On my like-12800-words-long murder story (Part I, at least) people liked it like 2 seconds after I posted it.
I'm not fooled, because probably not even Albert Einstein or whoever other historic genius could read 6400 words per second, much less actually know what he read!
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Once upon a time there was a physically attractive 15 year old girl with the exceedingly weird name of Flowerdette.
She had waves of thick, raven black hair to her shoulders and large gray eyes under curled, mascara-dark (without mascara) eyelashes.
She was fun in a unique way, - not much of a party, shopping and picnic girl - but intelligent and popular among her girl friends at school, but the boys seemed to take no notice of her, although she certainly took notice of them.
Her interests were mainly detective riddle games, knife throwing, playing treasure hunt and hiding seek, horseback sports, chess, harp playing, swimming, ping pong and tennis.
Flowerdette was more than just a popular and queer, active social host. For example, she seemed to sympathesize with people over even the tiniest things gone wrong in their lives...like an apple that fell out of their hands into the playground's mud, a bug on their classroom seat or a language arts' question that they could have answered correctly, but didn't.
She had a weird tendency to steal small things "by accident", though, like lipglosses, bracelets, toilet rolls, erasers, marshmallows and the like. Or, at the very least, she claimed it to be by accident.
Flowerdette had romantic feelings for someone....you guessed it, a boy in her class. No, he was not classically tall, dark and handsome. He didn't have abs, muscular biceps and triceps, wear a leather jacket or ride a motor bike to school like it was as boring as strolling behind his pet turtle in super slow motion.
His hair was thin and a light butterish blonde, slightly messy, his face was golden brown, his wrists were thin, and he had nearly black eyes that never looked at her.
His name was Jonathan Harrison.
He was a loner, perhaps not because he wanted to be and definitely not because his father was a murderer. People just did not appear to take notice of him frequently, but he didn't look like he cared that much.
Usually he seemed to be absorbed in his Math notes and problems, listening to music on his Ipod or just staring plainly into the distance with a slightly dim, sad expression in his eyes...or orbs, or whatever you wanna call it. Sometimes she thought he wore sunglasses especially around her - just to avoid any noticeable accidental eye contact.
One Saturday afternoon, Flowerdette decided to commit an infernal act previously unheard of even to her...she planned on robbing her crush's refrigerator...not to attract his romantic attention to her...well, that too...but partially for the purpose of satisfying her intense bubblegum marshmallow and chocolate cheesecake and (red velvet) cupcake cravings.
She was to wear a white dress for it...
not a suspicious looking black outfit. A maxi one to make her look like a ghost. "For fun." Add a ton of charcoal black eye makeup and a wine red lipstick..."to add some mystery," like she whispered to herself, grinning from ear to ear.
© @elsastrauss7
I'm not fooled, because probably not even Albert Einstein or whoever other historic genius could read 6400 words per second, much less actually know what he read!
*****
Once upon a time there was a physically attractive 15 year old girl with the exceedingly weird name of Flowerdette.
She had waves of thick, raven black hair to her shoulders and large gray eyes under curled, mascara-dark (without mascara) eyelashes.
She was fun in a unique way, - not much of a party, shopping and picnic girl - but intelligent and popular among her girl friends at school, but the boys seemed to take no notice of her, although she certainly took notice of them.
Her interests were mainly detective riddle games, knife throwing, playing treasure hunt and hiding seek, horseback sports, chess, harp playing, swimming, ping pong and tennis.
Flowerdette was more than just a popular and queer, active social host. For example, she seemed to sympathesize with people over even the tiniest things gone wrong in their lives...like an apple that fell out of their hands into the playground's mud, a bug on their classroom seat or a language arts' question that they could have answered correctly, but didn't.
She had a weird tendency to steal small things "by accident", though, like lipglosses, bracelets, toilet rolls, erasers, marshmallows and the like. Or, at the very least, she claimed it to be by accident.
Flowerdette had romantic feelings for someone....you guessed it, a boy in her class. No, he was not classically tall, dark and handsome. He didn't have abs, muscular biceps and triceps, wear a leather jacket or ride a motor bike to school like it was as boring as strolling behind his pet turtle in super slow motion.
His hair was thin and a light butterish blonde, slightly messy, his face was golden brown, his wrists were thin, and he had nearly black eyes that never looked at her.
His name was Jonathan Harrison.
He was a loner, perhaps not because he wanted to be and definitely not because his father was a murderer. People just did not appear to take notice of him frequently, but he didn't look like he cared that much.
Usually he seemed to be absorbed in his Math notes and problems, listening to music on his Ipod or just staring plainly into the distance with a slightly dim, sad expression in his eyes...or orbs, or whatever you wanna call it. Sometimes she thought he wore sunglasses especially around her - just to avoid any noticeable accidental eye contact.
One Saturday afternoon, Flowerdette decided to commit an infernal act previously unheard of even to her...she planned on robbing her crush's refrigerator...not to attract his romantic attention to her...well, that too...but partially for the purpose of satisfying her intense bubblegum marshmallow and chocolate cheesecake and (red velvet) cupcake cravings.
She was to wear a white dress for it...
not a suspicious looking black outfit. A maxi one to make her look like a ghost. "For fun." Add a ton of charcoal black eye makeup and a wine red lipstick..."to add some mystery," like she whispered to herself, grinning from ear to ear.
© @elsastrauss7
