the outbreak ☣ 1d

Chapter 3: The Wreck {FIXED}

Recap:

 All five of us looked at each other with smiling faces. "Pasta!" We yelled down to her. Our favorite food is pasta, that's another reason why we're so close. 

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~Elissa's Point of View~

 “Okay,” I heard Mrs. Clarke say softly. She has always been a kind and gentle person. That’s why I don’t get why Stephanie takes Mrs. Clarke and her husband for granted occasionally. One day, they can just disappear, in the blink of an eye. I don’t want what happened to me happen to her, ever. I thought back to the times when I was so stupid and thought it was okay to talk back and treat my parents with pure disrespect because I thought they would never leave; that nothing bad would ever become of my behavior. I should have showed them my love more. I should have respected them.  I sighed, as the memories and the ‘I should have’s’ haunted me.

Still, after all the crap I’ve gone through, I still manage to get out of bed every morning and smile… Even if it is a fake-smile, sometimes.

 “So, guys, I think it’s time to write letters to our guardians now,” I said, and smiled the fake-smile I was so used to making so that no one will notice the fact that I felt like I was about to cry my heart out at all the memories.

 “Right,” Stephanie said, walking to her study desk and pulling a drawer out. She grabbed some papers and pens, shut the drawer, and walked back over to us. “You can write on my table.” She pointed to her wooden table next to her sofa, then passed the papers and ball pens to us.

 I took a paper and a pen from her hand as I had a silent debate on which pen would be best – blue, green, black, or violet. I decided to use the simplest one, black. I composed a message in my mind before writing. Once I finished thinking, I removed the cap of the ball pen and started to write.

 When I finished writing the short but thoughtful letter, I looked around. The other girls were still busy writing, and what was quite funny was that all of their faces were hard, our lips set in a tight line. I smiled and bit my lip.

 "Girls! Dinner is ready!" Mrs. Clarke called from downstairs. I wonder what foods we'll eat in London. My mind suddenly remembered the fact that we were off to London in only a few hours. London! I still can't believe it. I am so thrilled and excited.

 "This trip will be so much fun!" Taylor squealed out of the blue, as if she read my thoughts. I grinned. We’re like that. It’s as if we can genuinely communicate with each other through our minds, honestly. We have this special bond that I don’t share with Stephanie, Gina, or Julia. I love them more than my own life, of course, but it’s just that Taylor is more understanding and her brain works almost like mine, and she has the same dilemma as me (more or less). She gives me helpful advice and repeatedly tells me that someday I will be big enough so no one will hit me, but in the end, all they are ever going to be is mean. It usually makes me feel better.

 "I know right!?" Julia laughed, snapping me back to reality. I have got to stop drifting off like that.

 We walked to the kitchen, and I sat down on one of the red, classy, cushioned chairs. Mrs. Clarke handed us our dinner. As the aroma of the pasta wafted in the air, I realized the food was Carbonara pasta, my favorite. I started eating right away, as this meal is always so good. So delicious... I just hoped I didn’t look like a slob, as I often do.

 "It tastes like heaven!" Julia blurted out, her mouth full of the Italian pasta.

 “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Julia,” Mrs. Clarke scolded her, but she said it in a calm and peaceful way. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her shout, or have a harsh tone to her voice. We laughed at Julia’s pout.