"But I've got thick skin and an elastic heart, but your blade might be to sharp. I'm like a rubber hand, 'til you pull to hard." -Sia. "Elastic Heart"
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"So, Eleanor. How's school?" Alan asked as he picked at his fries.
I stared down at my untouched meal. "Uhm, fine," I lied.
"Any sports/clubs you've taken an interest to?" My mom asked.
"Uh, yeah. There's a really great musical choir." I said. I've always loved music and singing, but I would never join.
Alan scoffs. "Choir? Don't you think you could find something, I don't know, productive." He said.
I glare. "Sorry I don't find kicking a ball across a field while drowning in sweat interesting." I retorted.
"You did, once." Bailee said.
Yes, I was on the basketball team. But I quit just because I didn't like it anymore.
"Yeah, and I quit." I reminded them.
"You quit everything. You just can't finish what you start." Alan says.
I feel myself slowly losing my temper as every second passes by. "What the hell is this, attack Eleanor day?" I hiss.
"No, sweetie. But you've given up on everything. Remember? You did ballet, soccer, cheered, competitively swam. You were a girl who set her goals high." My mom said.
"Yeah, well that's girls gone." I said emotionlessly.
"Well, I'd like her back." she said.
"She's not coming back!" I yelled as I jumped up from my seat and ran out the restaurant.
I sat on the curb and felt myself break down.
It wasn't their fault...they didn't know every negative comment they made caused me to lash out, on myself.
YOU ARE READING
The Eleanor Diaries
Roman pour AdolescentsA girl named Eleanor Sinclair is diagnosed with depression, social anxiety, purging, and goes through self-harm and panic attacks. She's trying to live out her teenage life as normal as she can.
