The Only One

The Only One For Me
==Intro==
This is a very fluffy lesbian romance story, written for pride month. It’s an entry for Fennec’s Pride Writing Contest, and will contain very, very high amounts of gay floof
side note for impatient people, the plot seems a little slow at the beginning, but i promise, le gay floof shall come.
Also, this is kind of set in a school environment, so bear in mind, i’m homeschooled and always have been, so there may be inaccuracies with how the school system works.
==Chapter 1==
Erin sighed softly as she brushed out her short, caramel-coloured hair. Another long, boring day of school was ahead of her. It was like her life just spun over and over again in an endless cycle, with no escape. Ever.
She flinched slightly as she wrangled the final knot out of her hair, and then hastily packed her bags, jogged downstairs, had breakfast, put together a simple lunch, and headed out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her parents.
School, as she had suspected, was horrible.
Her teachers were possibly the most boring people in the world, (except for two who she actually liked), and they seemed to like making their top priority of the day be torturing her.
Well, maybe not her specifically. More like everyone. except, of course, their favourites.
Right now, it was math class, Mr. Nelson’s class.
Erin absolutely hated math.
Everything was so complicated and overwhelming, it was like she couldn’t go five minutes while doing math without overloading completely and becoming completely dysfunctional. And Mr. Nelson himself was also horrible. He was rude, boring, harsh, and completely inconsiderate. 
So it was no surprise that Erin very soon fell asleep.
And she woke up to the sound of whispers, snickering, and the very unhappy expression of her teacher.
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Detention was, unsurprisingly, boring.
Most schools had moved on to other methods, but no, Erin‘s school still made its students write lines. And that was exactly what Erin was doing.
She was slumped over with tiredness as she wrote the same sentence over and over again in the chalk, it was excruciating.
Beside Erin, another student was being forced to endure the same torment, The girl had short dark auburn hair shaved on the sides with the front pulled forward to cover her left eye, thick, ringed black eyeliner, and red contacts on her eyes. She didn’t know what the punk girl had done, but she looked about as happy about it as Erin did. The girl looked over and saw Erin watching her, and just shrugged helplessly.
Erin sighed, and went back to writing.
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Erin had stayed in detention for an hour, but otherwise, the school day had continued as normal, and normal meant absolutely insufferable.
By now, school was out, and she was walking down the steps of the building, looking relieved to be out of that mess.
She had just gotten to the bottom of the steps when another girl suddenly came up in front of her
Erin was a bit disoriented at first, but she soon recognized this person as that punk girl she’d seen in detention. She was kind of confused, when she suddenly felt herself being dragged off into the forest beside the school.
“What the f**k!?” She yelled in a panic.
“Oh, shush! this is PERFECTLY NORMAL!” Said a voice.
She was soon dragged over to a small clearing with rocks scattered about, random backpacks, water bottles, and other random trash scattered about.
Erin felt herself be released, she whirled around, left eye twitching.
“What?” The strange girl was standing behind her, looking utterly confused on why Erin looked slightly angry at being randomly dragged into a forest.
“WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE?”
“I saw you in detention.” The girl said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
“And. . .?” Erin asked.
“So I had to bring you over here to see if you wanted to attempt to overthrow the school system—Oh, my name’s Scarlet, by the way.”
Erin looked uncertain, “I’m. . . Erin?” She said, kind of weirded out, “Do you do this often?”
“Yeah.”
Erin rubbed her forehead, “Overthrow the school system?”
“Yeah—Well, more like replace it with a new one. Step by step, you know?”
“Huh. Interesting.”
“So are you in?” The girl—Scarlet, asked suddenly.
“Maybe?”
“Great!”
“I have one question, though.” Erin said.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“How many times have you gotten detention?” She asked, Scarlet seemed pretty young—about fourteen, (which would make her the same age as Erin), So she doubted she’d been here long, So that should be a pretty easy question.
“Uh. . I’m not sure. I enrolled last year. . so. . At least. . . 100?”
“Wow.”
“Eh, doesn’t matter.”
(wip. I am so sorry this dialogue scene lasted so long—)
Category:Literature
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)
Category:Fiction