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i was walking down the street alone, hearing nothing but my feet kicking tiny rocks that i pass by. i sighed, seeing some random people in my neighborhood that i don't even know sending sympathetic smiles. i hate when they send those smiles.

they remind me of Ella. why did she have to jump? she never told me and i guess i'll never know. she did seem a little off before she...um...jumped.

i saw my school getting closer and those little colorful dots now people. i think i need glasses.

and again, all you could see is sympathetic smiles thrown at me. and again, i hate those smiles. it makes me feel so much worse. it makes my day worse than it already is.

there was no such thing as "popular" in my school. we all got along with each other, which was quite surprising when i first moved here.

i strutted over to my locker and put my backpack in there. ew, i thought to myself. all these lockers are so custy.
i slammed the locker shot, receiving a few looks from people.

you could say i'm depressed. ever since Ella passed away, i kept to myself and made a wall between me and other people. they just don't understand.

i packed my books and other necessities and walked to Math which only took a few steps because it was right in front of my locker. yay.

sadly, my spot was at the front, and the teacher would always look at me once in a while sadly. ugh.

"Okay class, I will be handing out these worksheets that you..."

i couldn't understand what she was saying so my mind drifted away outside the window. my eyes widened as i saw Ella standing looking back at me.

she was wearing her beautiful yellow dress that she wore when she died. she had that beautiful smile of hers planted on her face. she looked alive.

i have to go talk to her. i have to tell her that I'm sorry and that I love her.

i saw my worksheet on my desk and then looked back outside. should I ditch my math for Ella? of course i should. she is my best friend and I know she is still alive. i mean, i do see her. and i know she's waiting for me.

i quickly excused myself and ran. i ran as fast as i can, hoping that she doesn't disappear. i have this weird feeling in me while running, that everything is going to be all right; happiness.

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I don't really know about this chapter. Is it to short or to vague? But anyways thanks for reading! Don't remember, it only takes 0.5 milliseconds to vote! 💖

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