Fiona had understood her passion for art, how art could make her cry just by being there, in front of her eyes. Billy used to mock around about it, he thought Bette was a bit of a weird one. But he liked it, that she was weird, not regular. He had no idea how she had felt the last time, as she had put on a mask for all the time with Fiona.

Outside, the sky began clearing up. She didn’t feel like going to school that day and decided to call sick. The school would still be there the following day. The tears were brimming in her eyes, Fiona. Fiona, Fiona, Fiona. It had become a mantra going through her head over and over again. She remembered Fiona’s arrival, how they had met, their first kiss, the first time they had slept with each other. It was so different than with Billy, it was so much better. The first time with Fiona had felt like coming home.

Bette sits on the grass in front of the school. She’s smoking her morning cigarette before entering the school. She checks her watch, she has a few minutes left. She sighs at the thought of another boring day at school again when a car draws her attention.
An old, dirty car drives by, very close to Bette. She stands up to see who’s in it. It feels like her heart skips a beat when the driver looks her right into her eyes.
Behind the steering wheel, there’s a beautiful girl with green eyes and long, red hair.