Maddilyn Belle

Phoebe Harks

Florence Giles

(BTW I don't know who these people are, I just got their pics from Google 😛. If you know you they are, please comment their actual names.)

Maddilyn's POV

"Maddilyn!"

I turned around. I see a short girl running towards me, her blonde hair bounces behind her.

This girl is Phoebe Harks, my best friend since middle school.

As she gets closer to where I'm at, she slows down to a jog, her breast jiggling. I take a glace at my chest and wince. They're average, but compared to her's...

Damn it, Maddilyn, get your mind out of the gutter.

I keep staring at her as she comes to a complete stop. Phoebe doubles over, hands on her knees, gasping like she just ran a marathon.

"You ok?" I ask.

She gets up, and I can clearly see the sweat on her face, clinging to her slightly tanned skin. Glaring at me, Phoebe yells "Why didn't you wait for me! " She pouts.

"You're slow" I replied, earning me another glare.

"Well this time I'm making you wait because I invited Florence as well, and you're not leaving without us"

"Invited him where?"

"You know, the new carnival that set up near here. The one you wanted me to go to with you. Don't tell me you forgot. "

I looked at her: I did forget. Phoebe sighed.

"Geez Einstein, you were so excited about it yesterday. Lemme guess, school work."

I nodded. I needed good grades to get into the college I wanted to go to, but my friends say I'm overworking myself. I have the highest grades in class and I plan to keep it that way.

Anyways, back to the carnival.

There was a new carnival in town and I was excited to go. It was suppose to close in a few days and I wanted to go before... Slap.

"Ow!"

I turn around and see Florence rubbing his head.

"What the hell was that for!"

"You've known me long enough to know that I'll kick your ass if you try to sneak up on me."

"Oh yeah, I forgot I'm friends with a martial arts master. Or better known as the Ms.Beast."

Since my last name is Belle, he compares me to the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. I know, its really stupid and I can't even begin understanding his thinking process, but I don't expect much from Florence.

I could hear Phoebe giggling. I glare at her. The smartass' knows how to make me mad but neither of them can pass English class.

Florence is 16 years old. He has short dirty blonde hair and black eyes. He stands up straight and I can clearly see the outlines of his muscles on his thin arms through his shirt. I look up at him as he gets up.

Being that he's 5'5, he has to look down at me to see me. I shudder. Florence looked down at me with a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong, shortie?"

To briefly explain this situation, I have a height complex. I'm intimidated by anyone taller than me. But I'm not about to let that show. I throw Florence a quick glare then look away. Damn it.

"Now that we're all here, don't you think its time to get going?" Phoebe says with a smile. Saved by Phoebe, we left for the carnival.