The Girl With The Big Glasses

Chapter four

Elsa's POV

Why? Why was the world so cruel? More likely why were PEOPLE so cruel? I did nothing wrong! And if I did, that is still no way to treat a person! I mean, come on!

I thought as I sat on the floor of my bedroom, knees pulled to my chest. A single lonely tear escaped from my eye. I quickly wipe it away before I bawl my eyes out. I have to stay strong. For Anna. For me. For mom and dad.

I miss them so much. They shouldn't have gone. It should have been me. I would have died for them. They gave
me something no one else did. Love.

They always traveled. It was their passion. It was their life. But one day they were traveling back from their expedition in the Norway. The weather was bad but they still let people on the flight. As they were in the air, one of the engines killed and back of the plane blew off. The crash was all over the news. Flight 109. I never got a chance to say goodbye. Or a chance to say how much I loved them.

I felt more tears escape from my eyes. And before I knew it, a symphony of cold tears danced around my cheeks. Why was I so pathetic?

I got up slowly. My legs quivered as I put more pressure on them. I slowly walked over to my desk. I pulled out a generic 2 pencil. My hand shook more than a thousand earthquakes. I tried to right down 25 on the paper but I couldn't. I hit my head against the wooden table and cried into my arm. And slowly, all my troubles faded away into the darkness.

//La Time Skip\\

I slowly opened my aching eyes. I didn't want to though. The darkness is so peaceful. But that stupid alarm isn't! So I got up. My legs still trembled from last night, but I still did it. I hit the top of my alarm and flopped on my bed. Ugh! Wait... School!

I shoot off my bed and ran to my closet. As it opened with a thud, I quickly took out my long sleeve green sweater and dark wash pants. I swiftly put them on as fast as I could. No time for a shower so I put on deodorant. I was about to sprint out of my room when I remembered something. Shoes! So I went back to my closet and put on my knee high brown boots. I stumbled a bit as I put them on.

As I ran out of my room I through my hair brush and a couple elastics in it. No time to fix my hair here so I'll just do it on the buss.

As I waited for the buss at the side of the road, I saw it slowly creeping up through the corner of my eyes. I stood tall and waited for it to arrive. As it slowly pulled over, the vast doors swung open. I quickly took a seat and pulled out my hair brush. As I brushed out my knots the buss drove off, causing me to side a little off my seat.

People stared at me weirdly, but it didn't really bother me. I'm used to weird looks.

Soon I was at the school but surprisingly I wasn't late. Great, another day of torture.