The Missing Puzzle Piece

Chapter Four

Ella's POV

So the first week is over and its finally the weekend and somehow Parker got my phone number. He's been texting me nonstop. I only answer once in awhile, I can't stand him at school so why should I have to deal with him at home too. Makes no sense to me.

And ever since the night he came over for dinner he's been exceptionally nice. Like too nice. He holds doors open for me, asks how my day is going, even asks me if I need a ride home. It's way weird. Something is up with him and I'm so going to find out. 

Although it's nice not getting called a bitch everytime he sees me, this nice thing is creeping me out. Why would someone who's friends with Ryder and Joey be nice to me? His job is supposed to be to annoy me. You have one job Parker, stick to it.

Wow I just realized how weird I sound. I'm going to tell someone to stop being nice to me. Huh, didn't think I'd ever do that. It's strange how things work out like this. You know, like deciding you want to drop out of school and become a stripper but not wanting to work out and eat healthy. Actually that was a horrible example. That literally has nothing to do with telling someone not to be nice to you. 

I'm really getting off topic in my mind. I guess it's just something that happens in life. You start thinking about one thing which reminds you of another and in five minutes your laughing at something you thought of that happened ten years ago. Stay on topic Ella.

Parker. Right. Okay, I'm going to talk to him after school and tell him to stop being nice. I still think that's weird. But I'm going to go through with my plan. What's the worst that can happen? He says no and continues being nice to me? I guess it's a win win situation. 

Okay no breakdowns this weekend. I've been trying to be good and all for my mom since dinner. It's been tough but I'm doing really well. I put on the clothes she tells me too and do what she needs me to do. Still not sure how I got through the week without flipping out at something stupid like my shoelace coming untied for like the fifth time in one day. I literally cannot stand that. 

Focus. What am I even doing right now? I feel like I'm dreaming but I'm not. Yeah, I'm definetly crazy. I don't even know where I am. Sometimes I just forget what I'm doing and where I am. It's pretty freaky yet really funny at the same time. I'll get so lost in thought that I would escape from the world. 

I would read a chapter in a book and my mind would wander off and I'd have to read the whole chapter over again to actually underdstand what just happened. I do that while listening to music too. I won't pay attention and when the song is over I forgot what I was listening to and replay the song four more times to realize what song it was. 

What day is it? I feel like its Saturday but then again it could be Sunday. It's definetly not Friday or Monday. I know it's August. I'm not that crazy. I'm pretty sure its Saturday though. Did I eat today? Oh gosh, I'm losing my mind. I can't remember anything. I could be like aging really fast. Every hour that passes is another year. I could be eighty years old right now. I should be in a retirement home. 

Wait, to be in a retirement home do you have to of had a job? Cause I don't think I've had one. No, I don't think you needed to have a job to go to a retirement home. If you didn't need a job and didn't retire from it they shouldn't call it a retirement home. 

That brings me back to the stripper idea. Wanting to do something but then not doing it because it requires work. Actually, they don't relate. I need to get better analogies and comparisons.

Oh my gosh am I in a coma!? Is that why I don't know what day it is and can't focus? I'm going to die. I'm going to die at eighty years old because I wasn't aloud to go to a retirement home because I didnt have a job and fell into a coma. I lived a terrible life!