What We're Meant to be

Part 5 (How it started)

Later next day, at school, I rally through the crowded hallway all the way to the cafeteria, after a huge argument with mr.lawner about the human evolution, which I don't believe in, to be honest.

I arrive to the cafeteria, and my eyes spot her blue/greenish/hazely eyes, I walk to her table trying not to show that I'm excited to meet her, "Hey" I say, my voice lower than I expected, "No, OMG NO HOW COULD I NO" She half screamed, "If it's the jacket then never mind I have bunch of fatass jackets at home" I said through a giggle. She smiled with one side of her mouth that was enough to charm me.

"May I join?"

"Sure"

"So how's it going, Elison?"

"Okay" Although I know she's still not okay.

"So how's it here?"

"A bit foreign, but good"

"Fitting in?"

"It has been a bit hard"

I didn't actually know what to say, until she broke the silence.

"I...Uhm I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"Sharing my family problems with you."

"No it's okay, it really is. Always a previlige."

"I don't know if I have to say this, but I trust you, I feel like I can open up to you, I bearely know you" She said, her voice so soft that it took me to a world full of her, full of Ellison.

"Hey look you can say whatever you want whenever you want.

Which came a little bit silly later in my mind that later she will come back to me with that.

The bell rang, We had history, we attend that class together.

I accompany her to the class, with full silence that made it feel weird for a second. When we arrived at the class Mrs.Humble said we had to work in groups for the next assignment which was about the native Americans. We Got to choose our groups, I choose her knowing that I am the only one that she had technically spoke to since the beginning of this school year, she accepted.

My mom dropped us at her house a few hours later, her mom meets us at the door, "Hello, ma'am" I say. "Hi" with a crooked smile she replies. "I'm sorry for your loss" I demand.

There were a lot of pictures of the same girl, with black ribbons on the corners, from which I suspect, it's her sister, a lot of pieces of, from what I can see, ancient art.

"I've made a deliciously delicious lasnga waiting for some mouths to chew" Her mom shouted from the kitchen.

"Coming" She replied.

As we were eating, her mom was asking me questions about my family, our assignment, and my future.

"I'm happy that you finally decided to make friends." Her mom said, dead serious.

"Mom!" She half shouted.

"Okay, okay." Her mom replied.

"These are delicious ma'am."

"Thank you." with a thankful smile she replied.

"May I be excused." Elison said with her beautifully British accent.

Her mom tilted her head towards the toilet.

"May I." I said.

"Oh yes sure."

As I was walking towards the toilet to wash my hands, my head bumped in her hers.

"Sorry." She answered.

"Oh, it's okay"

"We actually start working on our assignment." she said,"Meet me at my room, first room on your left." She continued.

"Sure." I replied.

I walk rapidly till I reach upstairs and reach her room, I see her sitting on her bed staring at a pink sheet of paper, but when appeared at the door she hides the paper in  the dresser next to her as fast as she can, I don't give it much of my attention, for I was looking at the bed next to her bed that looks, as I guess her sister's. 

"It's her bed." She says. "My sister."

I didn't actually know what to say, I shook my head.

"So where's your laptop?" I ask.

"There." She tilts her head towards the end of the bead where the laptop is lying opened and on.

I search for some information about the main natives, who are the red Indians.

We find some stuff while we magically exchange eye contacts.

"I'll photocopy them today, we meet at my house, tomorrow after school."

"Sure."

I thank her mom, and walk outside the door.

On my way home i put on my headphones and keep thinking about her, about how her mom's smile fought hard to drive it's way through her face, and how much Ellison looked like her mother, beautiful, charming, I thought that our actions are what set things in motion and we have to live with that.