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chapter six: no games to play

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English: Eloise's favorite subject.
Oh, how she loved English.

Eloise happily strolled into her class, smiling. Walking through the door, whoever was in there had their eyes on her.

This was new for Eloise. But, for a majority of the students in the classroom so far who had been with her since elementary and others since middle, hadn't seen this drastic of a change from Eloise well, ever.

She looked around and found the teacher who had been looking at her too, and they both exchanged a smile before Eloise made her way to an empty seat.

"Eloise," a girl's voice called her name. She turned around to see Sandy, a pretty girl Eloise had known since kindergarten. "You look nice today." She smiled.

"Thank you," Eloise replied with a smile as well.

"Dressing for a special someone?" She asked, wriggling their eyebrows. What was up with everybody wriggling their eyebrows today?

"No," Eloise said firmly. "I dress for myself."

"Okay," Sandy said in the midst of a slight laughter. "That's what they all say."

"Maybe it's cause they really are dressing for themselves," Eloise became angry at these people's mindsets. If a girl dresses even the slightest bit nice for a day, they automatically thought it was for a boy.

"But, really, who is it?" She asked, her laughs coming to an end.

"It's for me," she replied once again. "I wear this makeup and these clothes for me because it makes me feel beautiful. Maybe it does attract eyes but that's just what comes with beauty." Eloise shrugged before turning in her seat and hearing a snort come from her right side. She turned only to encounter the last face she wanted to see.

"You are so full of shit," Matthew shook his head from side to side while laughing.

"What do you mean?" Eloise cringed, not even the least bit attracted to him at this moment.

"Dressing for yourself, Eloise."

"Yes," she replied, crossing her arms.

"C'mon Eloise," he began laughing even harder. "That's the stupidest thing I've heard all day."

"Really? Because what I'm hearing right now pretty much beats it." Matthew stopped laughing and Eloise turned back to the front of the classroom.

"Eloise, you know what you're doing it for and you're not going to win." He said, seriously.

"I'm not even playing the game," She turned back to him, angrily. "Get over yourself, Matthew! I wouldn't look nice for your cocky ass even if it saved my damn life!"

Eloise turned back to the front of the class, not caring about the people around them staring. The teacher had walked out of the classroom to make some copies of a paper she had ran out of from the period before. She tried not to cry. She was hurt.

She still liked Matthew Espinosa and she didn't know why.

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"I hate school," Eloise walked in through the front door of her house at 3:30, her brother following behind her.

"Wait what?!" Her mom yelled from the couch. This was shocking statement coming from the mouth of Eloise Jeanie Rosewood's mouth - something nobody ever thought they'd hear her say.

"Eloise doesn't like school?!" Her brother said, shocked. She rolled her eyes at her family's behavior before throwing herself back on the couch and covering her face with her hands.

"I don't want to go back." She muttered, everything coming out muffled.

"Why not?" Their mother asked.

"Did Matthew move schools meaning that you now you have to move schools?" Her brother mocked her. They all knew about her crush on Matthew Espinosa - Eloise wasn't one to hide this kind of thing from her family; especially if it lasted this long.

Eloise thought that if she loved a boy from this long, it meant that he was the one.

"I wish he moved schools."

"So you two can escape from these people and both endure new ones together?" Her brother, James, asked, mockingly. She rolled her eyes and groaned.

"No," she replied, angrily.

"Was he with that Rosie girl again?" Her mother asked.

"No," she muttered.

"Well, then what'd he do?" James asked.

"He keeps saying that I changed for him and-"

"Well isn't that why you did it?" Her mom asked. Eloise groaned once again.

"Why does everybody think that?" Eloise stood up from the couch. "Why can't a girl look nice for herself?!" She made her way out of her room and up the stairs. Slamming her door, she threw herself on her bed, not ready to endure what this school year had in store.

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Merry Christmas lovely people ❣