who tells your story // lin-manuel miranda

five

I woke up happy. It's been a while but i'm a little happier than i was yesterday. Why? Because Lin texted me. He wants to see me again and it's nice to be wanted. Though i'm dreading the morning.

I get out of bed and do the same thing i do everyday. Get changed, make their breakfast and hope i can sneak some, walk to school, and go to classes. 3 more months and you can leave this hell hole, i think to myself.

I finish their eggs and plop them on the plates i laid out. I then proceed to wash the dishes when i hear foot steps. Oh no, am i late? I check the clock above the sink, 7:14. Why are they up already?

"Good morning Ella," she said.

"Good morning," i say back.

She and her husband sat down and proceed to eat without a word. 5 minutes go by and i decide i should speak up.

"Um... May i ask why you are down here so early?" I said shakily.

"Felt like getting an early start to the day. Can you pour me some more orange juice?" He demanded.

"Of course," I say then proceed to get the orange juice out of the fridge and pour it in his cup. And of course no thank you. It would be nice if once in a while they said thanks for the things i do for them.

"Also, my English teacher sent a few of the students in my class an email saying if we wanted to help her in a special project after school. I don't know much yet but i will know more information if i can go." I know this is a lie but i can't say i'm going to meet Lin after school because they won't let me.

"Sure, why not. Let me know how often this will be and text me when it's done. You have to walk home," she said.

"Thank you so much!! And of course i will let you know. I should leave now for school, thanks again!" I say with glee and leave the house. I can't believe i did it.

As i walk to school the cold surrounds me but i don't care, i finally tricked them. Now i just have to get through my day of school.

I walk into the school and gather my books and binders from my locker to put in my bag. I close and lock my locker and make my way to math when a boy approaches me. Oh no this can't be good, no one likes me so this has to be bad.

"Hi.. um.. i'm new here and i was wondering if you could help me figure out where Mrs. Davidson's class is," he said with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Well you're in luck! I have Mrs. Davidson right now. Let's walk together. I'm Ella, Ella Adams," i say.

"Blake, Blake Scott," he says, mimicking me.

"Nice to meet you Blake, well here we are. Mrs. Davidson isn't all that bad. It's just the Math that's sucks."

"Not a Math fan?"

"Nope. Though i'm doing well in this class... more like determination to get through this," he laughs at my comment.

"Well then, after you m'lady," he says while using his hand to direct me into class.

"M'lady? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Scott but i'm no ones lady," i say with sass.

"I find that hard to believe Ms. Adams," he says.