This Is Me

three

"Eleonor, we have to move."
"What? But I don't want to."
"Ah, but I never asked if you wanted or not. I said we have to move. Don't forget to thank him later, if he paid the bills then you wouldn't have to move"
" When are we going to move?"
"Tomorrow Eleonor."

Have you ever wondered why some people exist in your life?

Why is the grass green?

Why is a dog called a "dog"?

More importantly, have you ever wondered if your memories are really that or a fragment of your imagination?

I can't forget anything and if there's something I really can't do is disconnect with my past. I feel like my past is a part of me and maybe the most important one, if I am who I am today it was because of everything I went through and I have to say that in some way I'm thankful for that because it was what shaped me to be the woman I am today.

However, sometimes I stay in bed looking at my bedroom ceiling and thinking if all the memories I have are actually true. Everyone knows how strong the human mind can be, how strong our imagination is if it's trained. If you are creative enough to make pieces like Salvador Dali made then why wouldn't you be creative enough to "create" memories?

Of course, when I say we create some of our memories I'm not talking about stuff that happened that had an important impact on our lives. I'm talking about those times we "remember" that kid that farted in class when we were in second grade or when that hottie winked at us on the bus when we were twelve. These memories aren't important, they weren't used to shape who you are today so who knows I they are not just a fragment of your imaginations.

Now, if we are talking about important events, accidents, divorces, having to move... This you're sure that happened because they affected you and even today they do.

"Eleonor, could you please answer?" Oh, fuck.

Have ever I talked about how hard it is for me to concentrate in class?

I know it was hard to guess...

"What did he say?" I ask George.

"He wants to know what you're drawing," George whispers back.

One more fact. George has the biggest crush on our teacher, Mr. Sullivan and he is a super uptight teacher that's why I was so surprised by his reaction towards Greek God's tardiness. Mr. Sullivan hates students who are late, who don't pay attention and mostly he has a hatred towards students that assume his class is a nice place to have a conversation.

Like every female with too many hormones, George patiently awaits for the day Mr. Sullivan will fulfill his dream and take him in this same classroom so until then, he had to behave and hates when I talk to him in this class. Once he even said, "How am I supposed to suck that guy's dick if you don't help me making him like me?"

I know, I'm the worst.

So, now to "help him" I don't talk and he pays attention for me.

"Ms. Charles, can you please tell the class what is it that you're drawing?"

"Sorry Mr. Sullivan, initially it was just some doodling but now that it's gaining form I realized that I'm drawing Kali." I say and watch the tattooed guy turning around like he's taken aback.

Does he know the meaning?

"OH MY GOD! Eleonor is that your girlfriend?" Yeah, you're right... That's the class genius. Alice asks.

Alice is that girl that every time she opens her mouth it's a surprise because you'll be admired it actually exists someone this dumb. However, her boobs are the size of two soccer balls and her lips are as natural as Kylie Jenner's so that's why she's the most famous girl around the school.