Seventeen-year-old Rachel Adams had it all. Wealth, popularity, brains, beauty, the school's hottest boyfriend, everlasting friends and loving parents. Sadly, one tragic incident on the 1st September of 2017 turned her whole world upside down. The s...
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ELLIOT
I didn't realize when we had climbed down the school building and were running on a small path into a forest. What the hell was I doing? Sneaking out with the school's bad girl?
I was so getting suspended this time. I had a gut feeling. And we all knew how right my gut feeling always was.
"Are you wearing a gown, Cinderella?" Rachel threw teasing words behind her shoulder as she was a few steps ahead of me.
I rolled my eyes and pushed a harder pace, catching up to her. It was almost as if we were fleeing from a prison. Was this a break out or something? I actually liked the prison I was fleeing from.
"Well it's hard to keep up with snakes. Especially red haired ones," I mumbled, running next to her while breathing heavily.
Rachel shoot me a threatening look, but I just grinned back. As we finally ran out of forest and started walking down the street, I ran my hands through my hair while catching my breath.
"Do you even know where we're going?" I asked, my breath hoarse and my heartbeat unexpectedly fast.
After letting out a deep breath, Rachel tucked her curls behind her ears. "Of course. I do this everyday."
"What? You sneak out every night just to eat pizza, not giving a single thought about getting caught and suspended?" I asked, both flustered and astonished.
"First of all, I don't sneak out just for pizza. Only on fridays. The rest of the days, I just do it to take a break from that hell. Secondly, I've been doing this the last four months. Haven't been caught and won't get caught," she replied, flatly.
I wonder which hell she was talking about. The school or the one in her head.
I sighed, tucking my both hands in the pocket of my hoodie, where my fingers wrapped around Rachel's blue pen. Admiring the silence as we walked next to each other, I looked up at the starry sky and the big bright moon.
"Why do you like to draw little suns, stars and moons on your hands?" I blurted out the question, unprepared.
While walking next to me, Rachel smiled as she gazed up the sky. Their sparkle reflected in her eyes and I swear the fracture in her eyes vanished just for a moment.
"They don't just symbolize one thing. They can symbolize whatever you want them to symbolize," she replied.
I looked up at the sky. I never really thought about that. "What do they symbolize to you?" I asked, softly.
