You're All I Need

FOUR

Portia POV

BEEP.. BEEP.. BEEP.. BEE- I smash the off button on my alarm clock. I lay there for what seems to be a few seconds and then look at my alarm clock, it reads 6:04 A.M. I get up out of my bed and stretch my arms in the air and yawn. I walk over to my dresser and take the outfit I had picked out yesterday night, a light blue t-shirt and some black athletic shorts. I change into the outfit I had picked out, and then go downstairs into the kitchen. I look around at what we have to eat for breakfast, and I decide on a granola bar. I sit down on a stool at the counter and eat my granola bar. Once I finish it, I get up and throw the wrapper away and then go and grab a cup and fill it with water. I drink the entire cup of water and then put it in the sink, and go back upstairs to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face, and then get out my makeup pouch. Doing my makeup always takes the longest because I want to make sure it looks good. I start to apply it and I hear a knock at the door. "Portia, what are you getting for lunch today?" "Oh, uh," I pause for a second to make something up. "Probably a salad with a side of fruit." "Alright." I pause and wait to hear the floor creek, meaning she's gone, but I don't hear anything. "Portia." My mother says on the other side of the door. "Yeah?" I reply, continuing to apply my makeup. "Are you really going to get a salad with fruit?" She asks. "Yes, why wouldn't I?" "Okay, just making sure." I hear the floor creek and I know she's gone. I spend about ten more minutes finishing my makeup, and then I brush my hair free of tangles. I look at the clock in the bathroom and it's 6:34 A.M. My bus comes at 6:40. I quickly put everything away, straighten my shirt with my hands and then quickly go downstairs to my backpack. I grab it and throw it around my shoulder and march out the door. I hear my mother yell, "I love you!" to me as I leave and I yell, "I love you too!" back. I walk to the end of the driveway and as soon as I get there the bus comes whirling around the corner. It pulls up to my house and the driver greets me with a cheerful, "Good morning." I greet him back with a good morning as well, and search for a seat. I get to the back of the bus and see a familiar face. It's Gabby. "Hey, Gabby!" I say, hurrying to go sit down next to her. "Hey.. Portia!" she greets back, seeming happy to have remembered my name. "I didn't know you ride this bus." She says in a questionable tone. "I didn't know you ride this bus either." I tell her back. We sit there for a few minutes in awkward silence. "So you moved here from Australia, right?" She asks me. "Yep." "Cool. I've always wanted to go to Australia." "Mhm.. Australia is pretty cool." I reply, not having an idea of what else to say. We sit there on the bus until we get to school. The bus stops and we all stand up and get off. "Bye Gabby, see you in Geography!" I tell her. "You too, Portia!"

The bell for end of second period rings. "No homework, just study your notes!" The teacher shouts as we all get up and flood the door. I get into the hall and walk to my locker, just at the start of the hall. I put in my combination and open it, then put away my English notes and grab my science book. I shut my locker and walk to science. I walk in and Ellen is already sitting at the desk closest to the door. "Hey Portia." She says sitting up. "Hi, Ellen." I sit down in my seat and get out my pencil and paper. A few more people walk in and I look over at Ellen. She has one of her arms wrapped around her stomach and her other arm on the desk. I notice that on the palm of her hand is a giant red cut. "What happened to your hand?" I ask her. She takes the hand from her stomach an shows me while putting her other hand down by her side. "This hand? There's nothing wrong." "No, your other one." "There's nothing wrong with that one either." She confronts me. "Then why is there a giant red scratch on it?" I say, grabbing her arm and looking at the palm of her hand. "What's this?" I ask. "Oh, yeah, what is that?" She also questions, taking her hand and inspecting the cut. "I must have gotten this from yesterday and didn't notice it." "Ellen, you just don't notice giant cuts that appear on the palm of your hand." I tell her. "Okay, fine, I knew about it." "What's it from then?" I ask her. "Alright class, flip to page one-o-seven in your text books." The teacher announces. "Tell me at lunch." I say, looking her in the eyes. She flashes widened eyes as me, so I'm assuming that means she will.

The bell rings, so I pack up my things and go out the door. Ellen heads towards her locker, and I follow her. She puts away her science book and grabs her lunch. When she turns around she almost smacks right into me. "Whoa, didn't see you there, Portia." "It's okay, sorry." "It's fine." She tells me. We walk side by side to lunch and go to the table that we were sitting at yesterday. We both sit down across from each other. "So, your hand? What happened?" Ellen doesn't reply but instead opens her lunch and takes a sip of water from her water bottle. "Ellen." She looks up at me. "Your hand?" "Oh, yes, right." Ellen takes a deep breath. In a low tone, "So I went to the library to type my brother's essay, and Elle and Miya were there and they saw me and followed me and I was holding a book and when they ripped it out of my hands one of the pages cut me." "Oh." I say with a shocked tone. "Is that all that happened?" "Yep, pretty much sums it up." We sit there and Ellen starts to eat her lunch. About five minutes later I ask, "Are you free this weekend?"