Little Did I Know - Stelena

Chapter five

Elena
I open my eyes to an amazing sight: my new shoes. Although they left my wallet empty I still feel full, and surprisingly different. It's been 2 days since I've said something remotely mean to someone, maybe it's because nobody has crossed me.

I do have school today where someone is bound to spill their cabbage soup, or dump their mystery meat on my shoes though. I also have a sneaking suspicion my conniving dork of a friend will bite Caroline or me with her razor sharp teeth.

I'm more prepared than she is too.

Stefan isn't an issue for me right now, I've got him right where I want him. Despite the fact that I should be rightfully dating him to make some cash, I'm also happy I have a friend.

I'll get the money whether or not Stefan decides to actually make me his girlfriend or not, I mean it's Bonnie.

She's always been very torturous when it comes to her friends, Bonnie thinks it's offence even when it's not, but she would never let me fall face first into the darkness that is the world of no money.

I actually think this is way for her to help me out without me thinking it's charity.  This whole us woman have to stick together thing is glued in her mind when it absolutely has to.

And I mean when it absolutely has to.

Without feminism in the life of Bonnie she thinks she is a social pariah. Which is not completely wrong. If she didn't have a feminism side I probably wouldn't let her be in my square, then that leads to being a social pariah.

I've never felt guilty for my mean sides, it's just apart of who I am. I can't blame it on my terrible parents or how I used to be not so popular. I wasn't always like this though, I just adjusted myself to the way I wanted to be.

So to shorten up my six thirty am thoughts, I've covered my money currency, friend thoughts, Stefan thoughts, and my attitude. Well that doesn't make me feel better about going to the most boring thing in life.

Hopping straight out of bed, I went out to check the Monday morning mail. My jaw dropped as an expression to the paper taped to my door.

An eviction notice!

No no no no no! I can handle the snobby excuse of parents, the snake like rodents that go to my school, or even the ants crawling behind my sofa but to be deprived of a place to live that doesn't include your nagging parents, is like sending me into a complete depression.

I know people who have gone through eviction and have not made it out socially alive. Demi Fox for example, she was queen bee of my high school. Senior year she was drowning in bills and unable to support herself due to the sad death of both her parents. When she was forced to live in the bad side of town with her grandparents, they called her dirty Demi for the rest of the year.

For me it's even worse! A regular persons bad news is just painted all over their face, mine is printed in the the tabloids. Along with a letter of disappointment from the one and only Miranda Gilbert.

I will do just about anything to keep myself from getting knee high in the dirty looks from people who suddenly get pushed above me in the proverbial ladder. Even if that includes killing the person who sends my bills, and Mortgage stuff.

With me when I'm upset I don't usually cry I just get angry. So send this to the losers at UCI, you better watch out because Elena Gilbert is coming and she's ready to tear you to shreds.

Stefan arrives at my house an hour later, and I saunter over to grab my purse. Before leaving I check to see if I look suitable. Not too surprised that I look like I could work as a Victoria Secret model, or have a job where people stare at my beautiful complexion.