Elle's secret boyfriend .

not again

The winter visited more like a forlorn neighbour it's flakes annoying us, the snow canopied the the roofs of almost every house in this quaint little town. The layer of white submerged the even the tiny grass blades, my moms old grass cutter looks frozen as of in death. I stare out through the pale flaked window of my house.The pure white expanse greeted my eyes. My legs folded against my stomach, my head slouching on the window pane as my eyes dart out .
It's cold, the winter is not the most enthusiastic season moreover. My coffee lays there freezing itself as my thoughts wander into a realm of uneasiness. It has been two years since Allan spoke to me. I have tried calling him a million times at a certain point of time even I gave up. Giving up is obviously a lie. I resorted to the concept of waiting for him. While he enjoys his life with the supermodel here I grieve for losing him.

I slowly tread through the snow. My footsteps etching tiny imprints on the pure white misty cover. I pressed my hands already covered in furry gloves around me. In spite of wearing considerably large amount of clothing I still do feel cold.

I reach the large old stony building obviously my school. A large ball of snow crashes on my face sending a seizure of sharp pain through my head. An other set of jerks,not again I prayed.

Demma has been making sure I never get a wink of peace. She satisfies their guys need whatever you call it to turn them against me.

"looks like you don't have your ever perfect lover boy,he is not here to save you today. "smirked Jeffrey a bulky guy. I detest him, he is a gross creature who adjust his crotch every now and then. I seriously feel like puking when he comes near me.

I tried to scarper away when Stalin literally caught me by my hair. I struggled to set myself free but in vain he was a way too stronger than I would ever be. I fidgeted but suddenly Mrs Rosewood passed that way making the guys to loosen their grip on me. I rush to class silently wishing Mike's match was called off.

Finsy straightened my hair which was messed up during the stifle I was caught in with the guys.
"I am sorry for not being there"she said.
"it's okay, at least you choose to be by my side "I replied grateful.
she gave me a concerned smile.

loreel our history teacher entered the class. She gave us her ever charming smile,"students,as you know you all will be graduating this year, I know you are quite excited about it. Rather than the prom and thanksgiving this year the student who scores the highest will get an appreciation. "
"as if it is new"mocked Finsy in a sarcastic tune" and everyone knows it going to be Demma"

"demma you must be excited" giggled the teacher.
Loreel looks like a pig who has a facial fracture when she giggles .
Loreel continued "and the prize will be given by Allan Hawthorne himself ".
The whole class broke into excited whispers whereas I gasped in horror.