The Slow Descent of 16

Teen Idol

The Stormheart residence was quiet, modern, and plainly gray. Melancholy seemed to be the only decor featured in this luxury living.

 "ELI" shouts mother "YOUR GOING TO MISS YOUR BUS AGAIN."

 Eli, understanding this fickle position they found themself placed in, makes a very quick decision. With all of their willpower, they quickly get out of bed and grab some clothes from a nearby pile. Carefully stepping over the array of boxes, shoes, cat toys, and other odds and ends scattered on the floor and making their way over to the closet. Eli steps out of the closet in a t-shirt and jeans, mustering up any confidence they can find. This happens to be very little. A quick dash downstairs and off to the bus stop, ignoring mother at all costs. The walk to the bus stop is not too long but clouded with dread and fear. School is the last place on earth Eli wants to be, aside from home. The children at school seem to adore Eli, but yet Eli feels so lost in the sea of them. Everyone has their life figured out, and Eli is just happy to have lived this long. Approaching the swarm of kids also waiting for the bus Eli thinks of their friends back home in New York. The chill of the air adds to the somber feeling, leaving Eli desperate for better times. 

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I jump as the bus screeches to a halt, waking me from my memory. Just the thought of seeing Betsy again brings a tear to my eye. None of these kids understand me, yet they idolize me. They think my life is so amazing. But how could it be, I left everything in New York behind so my mother could have a new life, one away from my cheating father. I guess it's better than being a social outcast. Please, just let me get through today. I hop on the bus, the last of everyone, like always. I scan the crowd, jocks in the back, their girlfriends in front of them. The preppy kids in the front, with their textbooks and extra credit papers. And then I see it, my spot. Taken by some blonde chick who has never dared sit more than 3 rows from the back. She is alone, clutching her bag to her stomach. Do I sit with her, or just find a new spot? If I sit with her then I am obligated to talk to her, or I could sit one row in front of her and not be bothered. But this is Carla Lewinski's spot from the next stop, and if people think I associate with her I will go from teen idol to goth loser. I guess I will sit with this weird blonde girl and try not to talk at all, maybe act like I am mute. As soon as I sit down she started talking. "What's your name," she said, in a tone that seemed to be a mix of sadness and cheery. I assume she was a jock's girl toy and just got her heart broke. "Names Eli," I said, in a quick response. "Not quite the talkative type I take it. Well, my name is Suzie Brooks, I am a cheerleader on the varsity team." Suzie droned on and I tuned her out. The whole bus ride she went on and on about some boy, and a cheer meet, and her sister going to college. I wanted to get off the bus as soon as I could. Finally, we made it to school. As soon as the bus stopped I shot out of my seat and left. Suzie was now just a figment of my memory, I never want to run into her again. I walk the halls to my class trying to ignore the kids making out or those just standing idle in my path. And cue the absolute worst class of my day. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the door to room 194, Mr. Lind's classroom, I felt the wave of Shakespearean boredom.

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Thank you so much for reading. I don't know if I will continue writing or not, this was kinda just to destress, lol. I guess I can keep going if this story gets enough traction. Like and comment if you want more I guess. <3