Elena,Elena

Chapter 2 Kisses and tears

I wake up and do my usual routine.

I walk to the small kitchen situated right beside the living room.

I eat some cereal while randomly staring at the ceiling.
I was lost in thought of how life could be. Me off in collage, parents who haven't called yet!

Wait, speaking of call! I recalled the events of last night slightly fazed and a little embarrassed.

I make my way back to the bedroom and reached for the blue, glittery object that layed neatly beside my bed.

There were eleven text messages. All from the unknown number, bombarding me with questions.

Letting nervousness get the better of me. I put my phone on silent and quickly exit the apartment.

My phone lights up on my way to the car. I stare at the white letters "unknown" for a while before answering it.

"Hello" I speak into the phone.

"Hello" a husky, masculine voice echoes from the other side.

"Sup, what's up?" He asks

"Excuse me! Who the hell do you think you are?"I bravely retorted not knowing where the sudden courage came from.

"Whoa! Easy there on the fire, sweetcheeks. You see I.. I wanna die" there was a long pause between his confession.

"You don't know me so I figured I can tell you. But it's ok. Just say you want me to go away and I'll go" He sounded sad.

I take a seat in the car and immediately felt guilty for lashing out on him.

"Its okay. I'm here"

There was a loud outburst of laughter and a few cackling can be heard.

"You-you re-eally beleives me!" The boy speaks, barely able to control his laughter.

I was shocked. What exactly just happened?

"My name is Daniel, in case you were wondering and imma just bored."

Who does he think he is.

"Listen to me you asshole. I don't care who you are and for all I care ass suits you well for a name. Don't you dare disrespect me again by calling and making such excuse. Some people have real problems like that. And beleive me it isn't funny. While you're laughing they could be hurting. So please don't!"

With that my temper had flared up. I cut the call off and threw my phone in my bag.

I may be quiet but I'm not exactly a football anyone can kick around for fun, or in his words "bored"

I don't know what's happening anymore. The caller made me 'louder' which scares me. Sometimes people get scared by the things they can't understand or justify and right now I don't understand what's happening to me.

I let the thought rest in my head as I start the car and focus my eyes on the steady suburban street.

The boy reminded me of them. Their constant snickering and unpleasant eyes. The marks they left are embedded scars, worthless to them but painful to me.

I pull up in the school's driveway and park the car.

'Focus Elena, focus!" I reminded myself, making my way to my first lecture.

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"He is the best actor. Ele"
Kathy says. She calls me Ele now. She says its short and nice. I completely agree .

We're currently in the cafeteria talking about Kathy's obsession with Indian movies and this one specific actor.

This morning when i came Kathy was here. She made me laugh with her horrible puns and delirious conversations. Kathy is officially my best friend, my first best friend.