Chapter 7

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-Kristen's POV (point of view)-
I anxiously tapped my pencil against the desk, constantly checking my phone to see if Elodie had replied yet. Twenty five minutes into second period, and no sign of her. I understand she's going through some really, really hard times right now, but a little communication would be helpful.

I'm glad I found Elodie, I understand her. And I think she understands me too. I haven't spoken to her since she stormed off yesterday, probably feeling bad about yelling at Mr. Edwards. He's the nicest teacher at this school, and he's also going through a really hard time right now. Despite everything, he still manages to come to school to teach his students. That's dedication for you.

Personally, I'm very worried about Ellie. She's been through so much in the small amount of time she's lived in Ridgemont, but the way she's handling everything isn't normal. Sure, she seems sad. Her blue eyes are faded, and aren't very lively. You can just tell she's in pain by the way she looks at you, it almost makes you feel the pain.

And the way she talks, how she's so concerned about everything and everyone. Focusing on problems that's aren't her own, anything to distract her from her own feelings. From what I'm guessing, she sets aside her feelings to help others. And at the end of the day, after she's helped everyone to the best of her abilities, she has no time for herself. Someday she's going to explode. What happens when that day comes?

I really hope she knows that she can come to me whenever. I really consider her as a close friend, setting aside the fact that I haven't known her any longer than three days. But that's okay, I'm ready to be a friend to her when she needs me. And I can already tell she'd drop the world to help me out.

Right at the thought of her, she came bounding into the room. I almost gasped at the sight of her. She wore faded blue jeans that stuck to her long legs, and a black sweater that hung off the side of her shoulder to expose her skin. Her hair was all over the place, thicker than usual and not as neat. She usually has it pin straight, but today it was all sorts of crazy.

She wore minimal makeup. Usually, I could see bags under the makeup she wore. But today they were incredibly prominent below her eyes. Did she not have a good nights rest? Was she up doing homework? Who knows.

Alicia, the schools most popular she-devil covered her mouth and snickered right as Ellie took a seat. I watched as she hastily grabbed a book and began answering questions to the daily warm up. She took a seat across the room, since the one next to me was occupied by a random person. Not once did Ellie look up or around her. Her eyes remained on her paper. She ran her hands through her hair and I could actually see her body shake. This wasn't good.

It wasn't that she looked bad, it just looked as if she didn't invest a lot of time in getting ready. This really worried me.

- After 2nd period, Elodie's POV)
The dismissal bell rang out, snapping me out of my work daze. I quickly gathered my things, accidentally spilling some of the contents out of my binder. Papers scattered around me and I groaned loudly, not caring who heard. I quickly began to shovel papers back inside, knowing I had a limited amount of time to get to third period.

Kristen bent down beside me and helped put papers back inside the binder that once held them. "Slow down Ellie, you're fine." She reassured me quietly. "Where were you this morning?" She continued on, this time as a question. I didn't answer, too concerned with putting things back where they belonged.

"Ellie, you okay?" She asked once more. I sighed, grabbing my binder and hugging it to my chest. "Yep." I responded, popping the 'p'. She frowned.

"Well... Why didn't you show up to first?" She asked again. "Totally forgot to set my alarm last night. I woke up late and had no time to get ready." I said to the best of my abilities, trying to sound as truthful as I could. She nodded, processing my words. She opened her mouth to respond but I cut her off before I had to answer another question.

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