Twisted

Ella's Journal: Day 1

September 7, 2012 Monday

Owning a journal or a diary never really crossed my mind until I met him.

There was something about him that made me want to capture every moment even with just the use of simple, little words.

Words that tell about his eyes that are the color of the sea and his voice that trapped my heart, mind and soul in an unbreakable cage of love.

I was never a sentimental person. I never really cared about anything. I was the type of girl that went with the flow. But with just one simple look, he changed me.

He made me care. He made me love.

So, here I am, writing down these words to document him. Him and only him. I, Ella Rosewood, really wouldn't matter. I'm just a secondary character in this story.

This year. Senior year. My worst and best year yet.

"There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles  

Same old, tired, lonely place"

I went to my homeroom ten minutes before time. I wanted to have some time for myself. Not that I didn't get a lot of that already but I just wanted some moment of silence.

This is my ritual everyday; get to the classroom earlier than the other students do so that I can be alone. I would sit at the back row, left edge of the classroom. They'd just ignore me. Nobody sits beside me. I'm not gonna lie; I like and was accustomed to being alone.

Ten minutes later, the bees and their queen came in. Chloe Saunders walked---sorry, strutted---into the classroom, her subjects close behind. They filled the room with deafening noise, ridiculous gossip, and mind-blowing scents (I say mind-blowing because the sweaty jocks are present, the cheerleaders wear strong perfumes and we have a classmate that lets out a bomb every once in a while.).

I'm happy they always kept the seat beside me vacant. Our teachers aren't even worried or bothered by the vacant seat. Apparently, I did something borderline crazy after I learned that my parents died. And it scared the heck out of everybody. They either avoid me or are nice to me.

I never knew it was going to be filled today.

I placed my earbuds in my ears and listened to my music. I wasn't that frightened or worried; our teacher always comes in five minutes late.

Actually, I listened to one particular song. I listened to Enchanted by Taylor Swift. I never thought I'd like her songs since I have never experienced love, but I found them soothing.

Jeremy, the dude who watches out for the teacher, screamed RETREAT and everybody went to their seats. I pulled out my earbuds. I'm actually grateful that we have Jeremy 'cause if we didn't, I wouldn't have my earbuds to escape my biggest nightmare: reality.

"Good morning, class. Glad to see that you're all behaved." Ms. Kendall said with a huge grin on her face. Chloe batted her eyes.

"Only for you, Ms. Kendall." Chloe said. I rolled my eyes. Chloe is a freaking two-faced person. She's nice because and I quote, "I have a reputation to keep and protect." But I know in truth that she's afraid of her parents. She's afraid Ms. Kendall will report her. Just so you know, Ms. Kendall reports EVERYTHING. As in EVERYTHING to the principal. She's also super sensitive. Hurt her feelings and she'll cry her eyes out in front of you. Nothing hurts more than the feeling of guilt.

"Well then, I hope you would be just as considerate when you meet your new classmate!" Ms. Kendall said. (Did I forget that she's also super enthusiastic?) I sighed and laid my head. Nothing interesting to know and see here.