Middle School/Prologue

> I can help you, Mel. I can help you be stronger about yourself and eventually, things will be normal. You will be strong with my help. Believe in yourself because you are the only one who has the power to do that.
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> Lemon to Melon, Prologue, page 5

## Prologue

### Release date

November 25th, 2021

**Prologue** is the first chapter in the first book, **Middle School**.

## Summary

Lemon and Melon meet, and Lemon promises to always be at Melon's side.

## Transcript

Melon hummed to herself. It was a beautifully sunny day in Georgetown, Virginia.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” a voice said.

Melon turned her petite head to see a blonde girl who looked about her own age. She remembered all the kidnapper lessons that she had taken in 6th grade.

She doesn’t seem like a kidnapper, Melon thought. You should respond.

“Uh, hello?” the girl said. “Are you zoning out?”

“No, sorry, hello,” said Melon. “It is a beautiful day. What’s your name?”

“I’m Lemon, what’s yours?” the girl called ‘Lemon’ said.

“Melon, nice to meet you,” Melon responded. “I like to sing,”

“That’s cool! I heard you humming. You sing well!” Lemon said. “When you sing, it’s like,” She made a confetti motion with her hands. “But with me, it’s more like,” Lemon made a flop motion.

“Aww, thank you! That’s so nice of you,” Melon responded, warmed by Lemon’s praise. “What do you like?”

“Let’s start with what I don’t like,” Lemon growled. “Pig Nose,”

Pig Nose was a person who went to Melon’s school.

“We go to the same school!” Melon exclaimed.

“Really? That’s awesome!” Lemon responded.

She was wearing a striped, full sleeved shirt with a half sleeved mint shirt on top of it. She was also wearing a black slit skirt and half-see-through tights.

Her style, Melon noticed, was cute.

“My pronouns are they/them,” Lemon continued. “I don’t feel like a girl, to be honest. And I’m homosexual,”

“Cool,” Melon said. For some reason, her optimism about her friendship with Lemon was decreasing after they mentioned that their pronouns were they/them. “I’m a she/her and bisexual,”

Now that Melon had told Lemon that, her legs felt like running away. This was the first time she had told someone that she was bi. Her parents were extremely homophobic and would never accept her being lesbian.

But why had she told Lemon? Lemon, the girl who she had met 5 minutes ago. Lemon, the girl who changed their pronouns. Lemon, the person who was, well, Lemon.

“I-I need to go n-now,” Melon stuttered shamefully.

“No, wait!” Lemon said. “I know how you’re feeling. This is the first time you admitted that you are bisexual. To anyone. Your parents are homophobic. You have no idea what to do and you’re wondering why you told me, of all people.

“But you can trust me, Mel. I know how it feels to love someone so deeply. It feels wrong, but it’s not. Love is the strongest element of all. It’s a feeling. And you can’t take back a feeling.

“Deep inside, you know what’s right. And it’s you. It’s a solo. But just because it’s a solo, doesn’t mean that you tell no one. It doesn’t mean that you are independent. It means that you can confide in someone who relates to you.

“I can help you, Mel. I can help you be stronger about yourself and eventually, things will be normal. You will be strong with my help. Believe in yourself because you are the only one who has the power to do that.”

Even though Melon did not want to admit it, Lemon was right. Very right. They could help her.

“Okay,” Mel said softly. “You can help me,” She smiled gratefully, though she wasn’t sure what the smile meant.

“I promise I will, Mel. I promise,”