Defying Gravity

"Everyone deserves a chance to fly." - Wicked RP blog. Ella Greene, 17

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Five Things of Mine

5 Things You’ll Find in my bag

My phone (Iphone 10XR)

My wallet

My keys

Gum

Chapstick

5 Things you’ll find in my room

My Cat

Lots of books

my Nintendo Switch

Like six cups of water

a shelf full of cheer medal, passes and other trinkets

5 Things that make me happy

My family

the beach

music

movie theater popcorn

picture books

5 Things I’m Currently into

gardening

skateboarding

the TV show Criminal Minds

learning Tik Tok dances

relearning French

5 Things on my To Do list

Laundry

Doing the Dishes

More job applications

giving my cat a bath

painting my toe nails

Tagged by @prettytragcdies

Tagging: @littlxbearx1, @katexross15, @pinkxpointexshoes, and who ever else wants to play

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△ What's the cruelest thing you've ever said to your mom?

hello, Anon! Sorry, I didn’t see your message until now. Wow! The cruelest thing I’ve said to me mom. That’s hard because honestly, my mom and I have a pretty great relationship. 

But. I think the worst thing I’ve said to her was when I was like 14. I was helping to make dinner and I burnt something and she was yelling at me about paying attention and common sense, and I shot back with “Yeah, I got all my common sense from you.” Needless to say: she was mad and I got in trouble. 

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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a thing for my buddy @soldierheartcd

Text: Quarantine day 30: Snack are almost gone. Netflix queue is empty. Drastic measures are about to be taken

Text: *grabs hair dye*  

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"You know, for the amount they hype it up in high school, college has been pretty anti-climactic so far." (Ella to Elizabeth)

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“Which parts of it do you feel like were over hyped?” A single eyebrow raised in genuine curiosity, somewhat surprised by her daughter’s admittance. “Surely there’s at least one or two classes you’ve really been enjoying this semester.”

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“Teachers just make college sound so serious. Like if we don’t follow directions perfectly or do the exact right thing we are gonna fail. And honestly, high school teachers are wrong. Like all of my teachers are really cool and chill and, sure they have certain expectations for us, but like if we mess up or do something wrong, they’ll help us fix it. It’s really chill. And i love that.”

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Elizabeth is still trying to figure out how Ella's first year of college is alMOST OVER WHERE DID THE TIME GO OMG?

//I know! It’s all Emotional! AND add to the fact she’s probably quarantined at home........wow. it’s A Lot

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Starter call! Like this for a thing

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Pomp and Circumstance

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soldierheartcd‌:

        “That just means loading them up in the dishwasher and then adding the soap things before turning it on, right?” In other words, Delia was the complete opposite and didn’t have to do chores at her house. It probably came as a surprise to most, given that her mother had been in the military for all those years, but neither one were really home all that often enough those days for the house to get super dirty. They each did their own laundry and kept their rooms decent enough for the most part. Most of their dinners were takeout, so there really wasn’t that much to do other than a good dusting, vacuuming, etc. every so often.

        “Maybe once you finish that we can just hang out and chill at your place for a little while.” Ella’s house had become almost like a second home ever since the two girls had become friends, and Elizabeth had mentioned multiple times that Delia was welcome there anytime, so what better place to wait out the inevitable rainstorm headed their way?

“There’s a bit more to it that that, but basically,” Ella nods. Ella was pretty independent and did a lot of stuff on her own, especially since she’d gotten her license. But her mom made a point of having dinner together whenever they could. She said it’s what families did, and even if it was just the two of them they were a family and needed those touchstone traditions. 

“Sounds good to me,” she smiles, She a Delia had spent many an afternoon just hanging out on the couch in her living room with a movie and bowl of popcorn. Her friend had become such a regular presence that when she was over late enough and her mom was home, the invitation for dinner was never asked, and usually assumed. 

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Slipping Through my Fingers

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        “Okay, Miss Drama Queen. It’s a good thing your mother’s a trauma surgeon so she can bring you back to life.” The light bout of laughter that followed felt good, especially given the somber mood that would surely take over the entire house as soon as they returned from their celebratory outing.

        “I want to try and make it to some more of your competitions, too.” Elizabeth had done her best to attend as many as she could during Ella’s high school years, and she wasn’t planning on college being much different. If they got the bid and made it all the way to Nationals, she was certainly going to be in the stands to support her daughter for that one.

        Finishing the last bit of ice cream in her bowl, Elizabeth took a few minutes to relax while Ella finished the remainder of her cone. “Is there anywhere else we need to stop before we head back home?”

Ella laughs at her mom’s comment. “Being dramatic runs in the family. I am your daughter, after all,” she says, teasing. Everyone knew Elizabeth had a particular preference for the dramatics from time to time, and Ella was no different. 

“Oh you are most definitely coming to as many competitions as you can,” Ella agrees. Her mom had always tried to come to her competitions when she was doing All Star cheer. Of course she had to miss some, but she was always there for the important ones. Like the first time she won NCA or her first year going to Worlds. Or her last year at Worlds. 

Ella finishes off her cone and wipes her hands on a nearby napkin, thinking over her mom’s question. “Um, no I don’t think so.”

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Slipping Through my Fingers

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        “I’m sure you’ll find one or two that are almost as good.” They might not have the same nostalgic flavors, but maybe she’d wind up with some new favorites to add onto the list by the next summer.

        “You’ll have to take me to all these new places when I come down for a visit. That is, if you still have time to spend with your mum between classes and all the new friends you’ll have made by that point.” Carol had done her best to help prepare Elizabeth for the inevitable empty nest syndrome, but until she actually experienced it for herself, the only emotion that could for sure be counted on was a serious case of missing Ella. Sure, her daughter had been raised to be independent and a force to be reckoned with. Still, even grownups needed their parents every now and then.

        Obviously Elizabeth wanted Ella to thrive in Georgia, but getting used to only seeing her for a short while during school breaks and specific holidays definitely wasn’t going to be easy. It was something the mother would work out on her own, not wanting to burden her daughter with any sort of guilt about being far away from home. Emory was going to give her the best education possible, and that was all any parent could ask for. In all honesty, there was a small sense of pride in the fact that Duke hadn’t been chosen just because of her former connection with the university.

Ella had seen Freshman year of college through the eyes of her cousins. And while Kate and Tess both loved it, she saw how them being separated affected their relationship. It was both good and bad for them, and ultimately brought them closer. So, even though she didn’t have a twin sister to miss, she was still going to miss her own sister. And her mom.

“I’m going to have to. I mean, it’s hot down in Georgia! If I don’t get my weekly ice cream fix, I think I’ll die,” Ella replies. “Oh course I’ll have time for you! It will be great! We’ll go exploring and I’ll show you all my favorite places. And you’re coming to one of my games, so that will be fun!”

Hopefully the busyness of school and cheer will distract her a bit to dispel some of the fear and sadness she’ll have. 

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Pomp and Circumstance

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soldierheartcd‌:

        Truthfully, Delia wasn’t all that surprised. In typical Chicago fashion, it could be pouring down rain in the morning and snowing up a storm by late afternoon. All the blonde could do was hope the weather wasn’t quite as fickle in New York. It was probably wishful thinking, but fingers were metaphorically crossed nonetheless.

        “Maybe it won’t be so bad. I mean, as long as it sticks to rain and not an actual thunderstorm or anything.” Still at least partially a kid at heart, Delia enjoyed playing in the rain. She might not have been wearing the proper attire on that particular afternoon, but that didn’t necessarily make jumping in puddles and dancing around any less fun. “What’s next on today’s agenda anyway?” Not that she was in any rush to finish at Chipotle, of course. The only problem was the fact that they were minus an umbrella, just in case it actually did start to pour.

“I mean true,” Ella agrees. Storms in their city could range between nothing at all and torrential downpour, and though it could cause problems for some people, like her older sister, Ella was usually not too affected by it. And besides: who didn’t love letting their inner child out and playing in the rain? The end of her street was dipped just enough that given a good storm, a river would form that was perfect for playing in. That’s what she’ll have to do one last time this summer: play in the rain. 

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “We don’t have to go back to school. The day is ours. Though I do have to do the dishes before my mom gets home, so there’s that.” She may be an almost high school graduate, but there were still chores Ella had to do. 

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Slipping Through my Fingers

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prettytragcdies‌:

        Watching Ella with the sample of her old favorite flavor, Elizabeth couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of a little girl with a cheek to cheek grin that perfectly exposed a missing front tooth. At six years old, she was already in love with the ocean and wanting Rachel to teach her how to surf every summer. It wasn’t fair that Mark couldn’t be there by her side to cherish and treasure each moment, but she tried to take at least a little bit of comfort in the fact that he was watching over them.

        Suddenly brought back to reality, a quick glance was cast over the variety of flavors before a decision was made. “I’ll take two scoops of vanilla in a bowl.” It might have been simple and basic, but given what she was about to have to do, a little bit of comfort in the form of sugar was necessary.

        “Make sure you use two hands.” The half serious warning came just in time for a couple of extra napkins to be grabbed as mother and daughter took a seat at one of the outdoor tables to enjoy their sweet treats.

“Ha ha, very funny!” Ella laughs back sarcastically, though she does heed her mom’s advice as they walk to a table. “This is so good,” Ella smiles. “Just what I needed.”

A bit of comfort and familiarity before everything changed. She and her mom had been together nearly every night her entire childhood, and suddenly she’d have to learn to live and sleep without her. Ella was not ready for that. 

“You know, I’m going to have to find a new ice cream place in Georgia,” Ella says over a bite. “I don’t think I can handle such change.” The sentence was only half joke. Ella used it almost as a cover for how she was really feeling over the whole ‘Moving-Cross-Country’ thing.

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//I just wrote Ella’s graduation letter from her dad and I’m A Mess. Why do these idiots have my heart like this!? It’s very rude and they need to stop.

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Pomp and Circumstance

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soldierheartcd‌:

        Delia hadn’t been expecting Ella to jump right in and agree to do the dreaded chore for her, but to say that she was incredibly grateful for the help was a complete understatement. She’d gotten started on her own a couple of days ago in an attempt to get it all done and out of the way so the rest of her summer could be nothing but fun and relaxation, but the motivation had only lasted for about half an hour at most before boredom and other various forms of negativity began to set in. Now random piles of clothing littered her floor with no signs of being moved anytime soon. Well, at least not until now anyway.

        “Of course! Consider them payment for all of your hard work. You can even have stuff besides clothes, if you want.” Material items were the next best thing to actual money itself, right? Regardless, the blonde couldn’t wait to restock her wardrobe with pieces from some of the best yet still affordable stores New York City had to offer.

        “Bring your diary with you, and you can keep me entertained doing dramatic readings of some of the entries.” Scooping a chip into her hot sauce, a healthy bite was taken before the conversation was moved further along. They could get around to scheduling the summer cleaning session later on. For right now, Delia just wanted to focus on all the fun stuff she would no longer be able to anymore a couple of months down the road. “Ugh, seriously?” A frown etched itself across her face upon catching a quick glance out the window. “Since when is it supposed to rain today?” It had been so nice out earlier that morning, but now gloomy clouds were beginning to roll in. Maybe it would pass them right on by, but then again, maybe not.

“Well good,” she smiles. Though, Ella was sure that if she came home with more than clothes, especially so close to leaving for college, her mother would be very cross.  “Oh I will. I need you to experience it with me,” Ella laughs, thinking of how awkward and embarrassing her younger self was. 

Ella continues to eat, people watching for a moment. A little kid spills their drink and gets scolded by their mother; a pair of suit-clad women enjoy their lunch break before heading back to whatever job their have. Off Delia’s comment, Ella quickly turns to the window, where the darkening sky loomed before them. “Oh my god!” She groans. “Seriously? Today? Come on, guys! Let’s hope it passes.”

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Pomp and Circumstance

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        “You used to keep a diary?” For someone who prided herself on how well she truly knew her closest friends, that one was definitely something new. Delia had attempted to journal her thoughts and feelings once upon a time. Maybe it was because she was like nine years old at the time, but after a couple of weeks, she’d given up on the whole thing and tossed the book into the back of one of her desk drawers. It was all but forgotten until hearing that Ella used to have one of her own. Maybe digging for the Hello Kitty hardcover wouldn’t be such a bad idea. It might be amusing to go back and see what the preteen version of herself had to say. If nothing else, it would certainly be interesting to see how much she’d grown and changed over the years.

        “Speaking of messes,” Delia started, smirk lining her lips as she sat up a little bit straighter in her chair. “I’ve been told that I own way too many clothes that I never wear, so I have to give up like half of my wardrobe before the summer’s over.” It was too much to take with her to New York, and there was no point in letting the rest just sit in the closet and collect dust when they wouldn’t be worn during her visits back home. “If you want to come over one day next week and clean my room for me, you definitely won’t hear any objections.” Well, assuming one could actually find the floor to walk on.

“Yes. Oh my gosh! It was super cringy. I’ll have to take pictures of some of the pages and send them to you. It’s a journey, that’s for sure.” When she found the old diary, Ella had spend the next fifteen minutes reading every entry about friends and crushes. Pre-teen angst was abound in the lined pages (including one entry written in all red pen about how her mom wouldn’t allow her to wear makeup to school with all her friends, and, that, quote: “mom is the biggest jerk face ever! She never lets me do anything fun! I should just go live in a hole alone forever!” 

Other randomness was included like favorite TV shows, music, and new cheer tricks she had learned. Seventh grade was the year she landed her standing full, and that day was well documented with lots of colors, bubble letters, and many, many exclamation points.

When Delia asks for her help, Ella smiles. “Of course I’ll help!” She was known in her friend group for keeping her room very neat and tidy; her closet was organized so well Marie Kondo would be impressed. “As long as I get to keep things you don’t want,” she smirks mischievously. Her wardrobe could use a refresh and being about the same size as her friend, who just so happened to be cleaning out her own closet, would be a perfect way to do it.

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Slipping Through my Fingers

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        Elizabeth loved hearing about her daughter’s adventures in cheerleading. It was something Ella was truly passionate about and only further proof that she had made the right decision enrolling her in that first gymnastics class all those years ago. In the beginning, it had been a way to keep the little girl occupied while her mother was busy working long hours at the hospital, but it soon became a creative outlet where she seemed to thrive. Soon enough, Ella was somersaulting herself out of bed in the morning and in time making up cheers, each with their own choreography. Now she was one of the most well respected leaders at her gym, and Elizabeth couldn’t be more proud of how far she’d come over the years.

        “Fair enough.” A warm smile was sent in the younger’s direction before eyes diverted back to the road in front of her, their destination finally in sight.

        No sooner had the flavor of ice cream hit her ears than Elizabeth knew exactly where the conversation was leading to. How could she ever forget that afternoon? Charles and Isabelle had flown into Chicago for their granddaughter’s fifth birthday, and the former wanted to treat her to a day on the town, just the two of them. Ella had insisted on wearing her new dress, despite the fact that it was supposed to be saved until the party that weekend. Needless to say, the stain hadn’t washed out, and they’d had to find another dress the kindergartner would agree to wear, which wasn’t the easy task in the world by any means.

        “If they do, you’re not getting any.” She was only teasing, obviously. It had been almost a decade and a half since the incident, and Ella had matured a lot since those days. Pulling into an empty parking space, Elizabeth grabbed her purse before exiting the car and waiting for her mini me to join her before entering the familiar shop. “Looks like you’re in luck,” she mused, spotting the now infamous flavor.

Ella laughs out loud at her mom’s comment, her smile wide. “Oh my gosh! Come on momma! I’ve grown since then,” she laughs, faking a whine. As they arrive at the ice cream shop, Ella grabs her purse and slides her sunglasses up into her hair. “Oh! Yay!” she cheers lightly. 

Getting up the counter, the staff member asks for her order and Ella pipes up. “Could I try the cotton candy?” When the small spoon is handed over and Ella puts it into her mouth, she is flooded with memories. Of warm summer nights, and friends, and swimming. It’s a great feeling. It’s almost as if, standing there in the crowded store, she can hear the splashes of people jumping into the pool and the smell of the sun and chlorine. 

“Okay, um - can I get a scoop of the cotton candy and a scoop of the vanilla bean? In a waffle cone, please.”