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Then. Me and Zach are at the park. Im sitting on the swing next to Zach. "So, have you done the History homework?" I ask, knowing fine well he hasn't. I grin as I see his eyes widen. "Shit!" He says,"I'm screwed then." I shake my head, "good job I did it for you then, right?" "Wait, what?" He asks. "I knew you wouldn't of done it, so I did mine and then did one for you, I mean it wasn't hard homework." I say.
"Fucking hell, you're amazing I swear!" He says, standing up.
I laugh, "I know I am."
He runs over to the climbing frame and I laugh at his failed attempt to climb it, as he is to big. I run up to it and start to climb it myself, me being a lot smaller than him, I get to the top in no time. "Loser" I shout. "Ella, that's not fair! You're smaller than me!" He says. I shrug. I start to climb back down. "Want a race?" He asks. I raise my brows. "Okay then, hot-shot. You're on." I draw a line with my finger in the sand underneath us. "We start here and race to that big tree over there" I say, pointing. He nods. "3-2-1...GO!" Zach shouts. Unprepared, I stumble of the line and Zach already has a head start. "Shit." I mumble. I start to pick up my speed, but it's not enough and Zach easily wins. I reach the tree. "Not fair, I wasn't ready! I practically fell of that line!" I say. Zach just laughs. "Whatever, Ella. I won, fair and square." He says. I roll my eyes. "Fuck you." I say.
Now
I listened to the rest of the tapes. Now I'm supposed to pass them on Clay Jensen. I know who he is, but not personally.
Now that I've finished the tapes, I just feel empty. I think it's just knowing that maybe I could've done something, but not just me. Everyone who's on these tapes could've done something. After listening to Bryce's tape, I'll never look at him the same again. Once everyone has had the tapes, we all need to talk. We can't just leave something like this alone, but if we did do something we'd all be in deep shit, especially if her mom and dad find them. I also noticed Clay Jensen is on those tapes, I didn't pay much attention to his tape, as I don't know him too well, I only met him because of Hannah. Part of me wants to visit Clay, ask how he is because he was pretty close to Hannah, but the other part of me thinks that he'll be fine.
But then again, I thought Hannah was fine, look where we all are now. I pick up the box, run downstairs and look for some tape to wrap it up with, again. I pull out a kitchen drawer and I see the tape there and wrap it up, I then grab a sharpie and write on it:
Clay Jensen
After meeting Clay for a few times, only through Hannah, I know where he lives. I shortly arrive at his house, I leave the box on the step, just like mine was left there.
