Test Four

It Keeps Coming

"Okay guys... so you are probably wondering why I asked you to come into the living room." Me and Will look at each other worriedly, "well..." she stumbles and ruffles her hair. "I am sorry, but... we can't- I can't-"she splutters, and puts her face in her hands, crying, "I can't stay here... we have to leave." I stare at her, my mouth dropping,

"MUM! What do you mean!?" I yell,

"We have to move, I can't bear to live here anymore... I'm sorry..." I shake my head, no, no, no, we can't move again.

"Mum no please, no... please mum! What about your job!?"

"I don't care! I can't take looking at this place anymore, without dad." She runs into her room, Will does the same, but I just sit there, Mila stares at me. I cry loudly, although, I guess I should do what mum needs to do. I tap the fence, over and over, waiting for an answer. I step back as Jayce leans over it,

"Hello!" He says brightly, climbing over.

"Hey... um" I ruffle my hair, where do I start?

"What is it?"

"Uh... Well mum can't..." I can't hold it in, tears fall down my cheeks and I cry, "Mum can't stay!"

"What?"

"Mum wants to move!" I splutter, he stares at me, his eyes filling with sadness.

"What... no, no, no, no... NO!" he grabs me and hugs me, "NO I won't let her take you!" I give a sad laugh, pulling myself back,

"Jayce, my mum can't bare to look at the place she moved into with dad... I guess I have to live with that... it's for her-"

"But-"

"Jayce." My eyes widen as tears fill his eyes, "Jayce..."

"But... I really thought..."

"I know..." I whisper, "I thought it would work out to... but... it can't always be perfect-"

"Yes... yes it can! You can stay with me!-"

"Jayce..." I hug him. "I told you she was strong." "Indeed..."

...

I sit on the floor of my empty room again; I never wanted to move again. It's not long before I'm in the car, waving at Jayce. He said he would always contact me, but I find long distance relationships, tend to drift.

"Could you put this away?" asks mum, I grab the painting and hang it on the wall of our new house. We moved into a one story house, and I share a room with Mila now. We spent 9 months in the other house, 9 months with Jayce. It's been around 9 months too, since mum said that she was pregnant, now her belly is big.

"What do you think?" I ask Mila as I spin around in my school uniform, making the dress puff up. She giggles as she stands in her cot trying to spin like me. The school that I am now going to be attending requires a uniform that being a shirt, tie, and long pants for a boy and grey, loose but tight at the wrists, long sleeved, knee length dresses for girls. I'm about to wave good bye to my mum and walk out the door when I see mum slouched on the couch.

"Mum? Aren't you working today...?" She jolts up as she sees me,

"Oh... no not today, I am having a day off... you see I am... busy," she rushes to find something and then lifts up a pile of paper.

"Okay! Bye mum!" I run to the bus and sit next to Will, who glumly looks out the window. I worry about him, I haven't seen or heard a single laugh or real smile out of him, and Will and dad were pretty close- yet wasn't I? I stumble through the doors of the new school, eyes piercing onto me. I decide to head straight to my classroom, I don't really want to talk to anyone.

"Class, class, class, quieting down now... STUDENTS!" The room falls silent as Miss Javen shouts, she smiles when they do, "now, we have a new student here today, her name is Ella, please make her welcome. Ella would you like to choose a seat?" I decide to nod, as I don't want to sit next to someone like Chelsea. I look around the classroom, who do I sit next to? I see a girl with straight brown hair who has a huge smile on her face, she looks at me insistently, I quickly move my eyes to a girl with jet black hair, and she looks at me with a scowl. I decide to just sit beside a girl who is drawing on her desk. She has massively curly, short auburn hair; Auburn hair like Katie. The teacher coughs as if to tell her to realise that I just sat next to her. She jolts up, her cheeks turning red as she looks at the teacher then to me. "Would you like to introduce yourself? Or would you like to wait until tomorrow!?" Says Miss Javen impatiently,

"Oh... yeah... hi" she straightens up her glasses, her whole freckly face turning red as she leans back down, changing her focus back to her drawing.

"ELEANORA!" The whole class jolts as the teacher yells, Eleanora lifts her head worriedly. "Perhaps... A NAME WOULD BE NICE?!"

"Eleanora Miss..."

"NOT TO ME, ELLA!"

"Oh sorry!" she winces, turning to me, "I'm Eleanora... uhhh" she spins around facing away from me, placing her head in her hands, while mumbling words to herself.

"I am sorry Ella... she... ugh" Miss Javen fixes up her glasses and neatens her long, straight ponytail. Her black hair frizzing up, despite when she pulls it back.