Trapped

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My alarm woke me up early at 5:30 in the morning to take my early morning shower because I was not in the state to take one last night. I step out of the shower, stepping my wrinkly feet onto the mat dripping leftover water. I reach over, grabbing my towel off the counter. I roll up the towel on top for it to stay put. I kneel, opening the cabinet and pulling out my hairdryer and curling iron. I plug the hairdryer in, setting the iron next to it. I lean towards the mirror, wiping the condensation so I can view myself.

I blow-dried my hair until it was all dried. With the iron, I make my way to making it wavy, trying not to burn anything. My mom would always get up in the morning with me to do my hair. If she couldn't, I would leave it alone. I take a section of what I want up, and I hold that up with my left hand, reaching over with my free hand to my top drawer, taking out a scrunchie. I put my hair in a half-up, half-down style.

I touch my hair up with my hands, and then I move onto my makeup in my towel. I walk out of the bathroom down the hall to my room. I carefully slip into my top without getting makeup on the neck area. I get into the rest of my clothes, remaining patiently for the bus to come. I check the clock, and I head outside five minutes early, skipping breakfast. Before I left, I made sure my dad had water and pills for his hangover. I have always disliked his drinking... I addressed him about it, but he obviously hasn't stopped. I swear he is becoming an alcoholic. Yay for me...

Anyway, I have never been a fan of having in the morning. I am still trying to wrap my finger around waking up. The shower does help. At times I can be a night owl and an early bird. I am all over the place as for my personality and hobbies too.

I stand behind two girls listening to their conversation. They are talking about their boyfriends. I get tired of focusing on their drama, so I look to my left down the street, and I see the bus turn around the corner. My prayers have been answered.

I can't continue listening to these girls. I watch the bus pulls itself to a halt, squeaking its tires. I walk up to the door as it opens. I grip on the metal rail next to me, stepping up the stairs and seating myself in the front. The two girls sit in the middle of the bus, and I can still hear their chatty mouths. I roll my eyes as the bus shuts its doors. I look out the window, thinking. This year I was supposed to go car shopping and get my license with my mom, so I didn't have to ride the bus. Everyone whose a junior or senior has their licenses, and I am stuck with the freshman and sophomores. Thanks, cancer. If we caught it sooner, maybe there would be a chance she would be here...

The bus fills up, and someone ends up sitting next to me. Luckily, they were like me. Quiet and not disruptive. I say my thank you and I hop off with my schedule in my hand, heading through the main doors to my locker. I unlock it, stuffing my afternoon classes. I shut it, and I head to my first period, which is my favorite subject. English. I walk in slowly, glancing around. No one was in here, so I seat myself in the back corner.

Ever since my mom passed, my socials have gotten worse. I don't talk much anymore. I talk to my dad, but that's only if he wants something. My mom was the only person I had to talk to. I did have a great bond with my grandma, but she died when I was in middle school. We have no other family... Well, that's not around.

I reach down to my bag that is next to the desk, and I pull out the book that I began reading yesterday. Reading will help pass the time until the class bell rings with the class loading up.

Eriks POV
I step into my first class of the morning. I examine the girl who took my favorite seat in a classroom. The back. I enjoy sitting in the back because I can get away with the craziest things. Eating, talking, homework passing, and my favorite of all drug exchanging... Just kidding. I seat myself next to her, looking over. She is glued to her book. She doesn't notice me at all, so I lean in towards her, whispering. "Hey."

She still doesn't take notice, so I take a rubber that I have in my back for no particular reason, and I slingshot it at her arm, but it only ends up hitting her face.

"Ow!" She shrieks, looking over. "What was that for?" She questions me pissed off.

"I said hi, and you didn't answer. What you reading?"

"Well, if you had used your eyes, I was occupied." She responds, holding her book up.

"Someone's moody. Didn't get your beauty sleep? I can go search for a cup of coffee if you would like?"

She laughs, sitting up in the seat. "I am just kidding with you. I am reading The Handmaid's Tale."

"Oh, nice! Love that book."

She studies me. "You aren't a reader, are you?" She replies, setting her bookmark in the crease of the page and setting it on the desk.

I laugh. "Nope. I am just an athletic guy."

"What sport or sports do you play?"

"Tennis."

"Are you any good?"

"Any good? I am one of the best!"

She giggles. "I guess you will have to take me up on a match then."

"You play?" I questioned her in shock.

Ellie's POV
The memories of my mom and I playing tennis fill my head. She was a great tennis player, while for me, I was terrible. She accomplished on beating me ALL the time. She let me win once, so I didn't feel bad.

"Yeah, I used to..." I say, shifting my eyes to the door, watching people walk in.

The guy looks over his shoulder and turns forward in his seat. "Cool. I will come to find you another day when I know I am free."

"How will you know if I am free?"

"Well, you do look like you read a lot, so I bet you have time on your hands."

I laugh. He's semi-right. "You are half right..."

He smiles and checks his schedule. "What lunch do you have?"

"A."

"Sweet me too! If I need to get a hold of you, I will reach you in their lunchroom."

My smile meets with my chubby cheeks. "Cool!"