help.
The air is stuffy and I feel as I am on one side of a glass while everyone else is on the outside looking in. The polished wooden floors, pristine furniture and sanitated everything is more of a prison cell to me than a home sweet home. Beneath the exterior, I am decaying in a guise of perfection. My guise of false mascara eyes and thick red rouge. Ivory skin, sleek red hair finishes off the image in front of me and the only thing that marrs the picture is a faint outline of a hardened jaw under angry brown eyes. Eyes that look just like mine.
"Scarlet!" A reprimanding voice shoots through my ear and I release myself from watching my reflection in our antique wall mirror. Quickly, I rise and force a smile upon my face, turn and see a portly figure's face smeared with makeupand a corset laced so tight I fear for the lungs underneath the lavish dress. My mother. I curtsy respectfully, an automatic relfex ingrained into my mind after years - but enough of the past. The present speaks harshly to me asking me to meet Donnie at the door. I nod, fake smile plastered across my face. I hide an inner sigh of distress partly from seeing my disillusioned mother walk away with her dose of pills in her hand and partly from the mention of Donnie. Donnie, the man I was to marry in less than a year. No, wait, on second thought, a boy I am foced to marry with cropped blond hair and eyes of blue that many a girl would fall for. I didn't. Opening the expensive glass framed door, my mind reeled at the sight of Laurel. She was the only girl I ever met who didn't care how tight her dress was, and the only best friend I ever had. Behind her was a bouquet of roses clamped by the strong hands of Donnie. He smiles and asks in the most egotistical voice I have ever had the misfortune of hearing....
And that's all I have right now. I'm in grade 8 and this is for one of my language stuff. I need some help because I am sort of stuck. I don't know what to write beyond this. Critique it, but help me out with that too. The whole idea of the story is that my main character is a lesbian and she can't marry this guy. BUT THE READER ISN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THIS UNTIL THE END. (I really don't like the name "Donnie" but it's just a substitue til I can find a better suited one.) She is controlled tightly by her mother and she hasn't had any freedom in her life. I'm not sure how to make that clear.. should I elaborate more in the beginning or should I explain in the middle? I was thinking of doing a whole scene where Donnie & Scarlet, Mom & Laurel sit at the dinner table.. Donnie has proposed and Scarlet knows she has to marry this guy.. it's sort of a cliche but :P and she wants to please her mom badly. Her mind is racing and maybe I could write about how Scarlet keeps debating within herself whether to agree to this marriage or not... she loves Laurel.. etc. etc. but I can't give away that she's a lesbian so I need to give discreet hints like "my eyes strayed over to Laurel's .. etc.". Everything should build up to the climax where she finally admits she's a lesbian, but how to go about doing that delicately? I don't know what reactions the mom & Donnie should have on this admittance either. I make things hard on myself. Any suggestions or tips would be REALLY appreciated!!!
I can't believe this has to be only 3 pages DOUBLE spaced?? Well I don't really care about that right now.. but yeah, I hate constraints. I haven't tried writing a story since 3 years or so... but I write really long stuff and can't seem to shorten things.
Sorry if this was long wow, I am so glad whoever is taking time to actually help me (if they do) OK BYE BYE... *gives you donut*
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