Elisa Arens | Jelsa

High School

E L S A

Just a few more hours. 

Currently, I was sitting at the front of the classroom, listening to the teacher drone on and on about something to do with English Literature, the class I was currently sitting in. I really wasn't paying attention.

Behind me, most of the class wasn't either. The teacher, Mr. Weselton, or more commonly known as Mr.  Weaselton here in Burgess High, had one of those annoying voices that given half a chance, would pierce your soul. 

Ah, exaggeration.  

But seriously, I couldn't take much more of him, I've dealt with him for four years now. I need out. 

So, instead of listening to him, I decided to let my mind wander off onto another topic. What would be the next song I covered? 

Yes, yes, covered, I sing. Not professionally or anything, but I have a decent sized YouTube channel, Elisa Arens. Why not just Elsa Arendelle? Well, personally, I don't want to be that famous, my whole channel was just a small hobby that one day blew up, becoming something bigger. It kept growing and growing and I don't know why. And the name is obviously a cover-up of my given name, Elisabeth Arendelle. If I was to tell you this, then it becomes pretty obvious, honestly. But no-one has been able to figure it out yet so it mustn't be that obvious. 

My notebook is open in front of me, a few notes scribbled down onto the paper but nothing that is too helpful. My pen is tapping against the paper in a subconscious way that annoys people to no end. 

Eventually, I jot down a list of about five songs that I could cover, but it's probably better to look on my recent video to see if people are requesting anything. 

The bell rings and I jump in my seat. How long had I been zoned out? 

Most of the class has scrambled out of their seats, not bothering to pack away their items, but instead opting to carry them in their arms. Anything to get away from this class, I guess. 

I do the opposite, carefully closing my notebook and placing my equipment into my pencil case before dropping them into my bag. There was no rush to get anywhere, I had no one to meet with so what's the point. 

Once I exit the room, I pulled out my phone and checked the notifications, a few twitter, one or two Facebook, couple instagrams and three texts off my sister. 

Elsieeeeeeeeee

Elsa 

Elsaaaaaa

Anna usually does this when she wants something. 

Anna 

My phone vibrates a couple seconds later. Elsa, you replied. I mean, of course you would, because you always do, but I thought you were in class? 

It ended about two minutes ago, now what do you want? 

How do you know I want something? 

I rolled my eyes at that message, I know you, dear sister, and I know when you want something. 

Oh

And then;

Are you doing anything later? 

I mentally go over my schedule in my head. All that really needed to be done today was film a new video. Nope, don't think so

Great! Skype later?

Skype was probably one of the only ways that Anna and I kept in contact. She was currently on tour with her band, Seasons, a very popular girl band. And that's pretty big, considering Anna is only fifteen. I was a little hesitant at first, letting her go away on tour by herself, I mean, she's pretty young. But after a lot, and I mean a lot of begging, I agreed to let her go.