No Below

Cup of Stars

Stars, animals, art, and writing have been my only comfort ever since the accident and the move. I miss Oregon more than I miss my friends. I miss the large trees and sights to see. The sunset here is not nearly as beautiful. The air was much more clear, it's so gross to breathe different, unclean air.
"Renny we're here. Be careful, okay? Don't need anymore broken bones. Take your vitamins, medication, and take it easy. Now scram." Deanne spoke as the car slowed to a stop to the school doors. I limped out of the car and grabbed my crutches, sliding them under my arms and my backpack over my back. I peered through the crowd of stares, analyzing the people, noting down all their assumed stereotypes. People snickered, gazed, and pretended to not pay attention. It had been nearly a month since the first day of school and my knee was still recovering from the accident. So far, i'm the protagonist and everyone else are the antagonists, no one has bothered to even speak a word to me, no one cares. They treat me like a parasite, if you get to close my broken bone might spread to you. Everyone has friends and acquaintances in this school, no matter who you are. I, Serenity, am the only one who has nobody. Nobody except Elliot, the nuisance, immune to any hateful things appointed to him, silhouette of someone who was once a person.

I entered the room, out of breath, tired, and irritable. Emma was cornered again by Casey and Elizabeth. Emma sacrificed her popularity in order to save herself from the cops. She snitched when Casey and Elizabeth's friend Delilah tried to shoplift. Now, Emma was a renegade, an outcast, hung out with the nerds. Emma had mastered the strategy of camouflaging herself to fit the people around her. Now, everyone knows her, everyone notices her, what she did, everyone isolates her. "Look who it is," Riley spat "another freak." Elliot entered, emotionless. He looked up with emotionless puppy dog eyes which soon turned to a glare, a glare of anger which he was unable to truly feel.

"Need something?" He growled, turning towards Riley. Riley began to flinch and tremble. Everyone knew Elliot and how angry he could get. He once pushed a kid down the stairs for accidentally pushing him in second grade. I moved, to get away from all the "stress" that cluttered my life and to "start new" in a different school and city. I've known Elliot since Kindergarten though, I arrived here and he was here as well. He left in fourth grade and moved to New York, then I guess ended up here.

"I-it was a joke," Riley stuttered "Supposed to be funny?" Elliot's glare faded into a mysterious smile that hid away his anger.

"Sure," He laughed. I swear, he's bipolar. "absolutely hilarious. I'm practically laughing my my head off." He laughed as his face went into a more angry glare. He leaned in closer, clicking his pen closer to Riley. It felt like the sound only grew louder, Riley looked like a ghost. "Boo." Elliot whispered. Riley took a step back, trembling, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry.' Elliot put the tip of his pen to Riley's nose. Probably left a mark. "I suggest you scram now, Mr. Big Man." He snarled. Riley scampered off to the correct classroom and Elliot sat down next to me. We've been lab partners for the whole month that has passed since school started. I glanced over at him. He was gazing out the window. He was lucky and received the window seat because I had to take the aisle seat because it was more convenient for my knee. He was a very "pretty boy," he just had an angry attitude towards others. He had dirty blonde hair that fell to halfway down his neck, it was also slightly curly. He had pale skin, broad shoulders, quite skinny but not underweight, and these hardcore captivating eyes. They were gray, with hints of green and blue which made them so..unique and absolutely beautiful. I was blessed with, okay, unique looks. Pale skin, freckles, a small nose, and green eyes. Skinny, long, slightly light brown hair, but quite small. The only thing I truly feel blessed with are my eyes.
Anyways, the only person who Elliot truly has a neutral attitude to is me. I wonder if others envy me, but who would? It's Elliot. He glanced over at me and just..watched me.
"Uh..hi." I muttered. He grinned.
"What a coincidence that we end up together again." He spoke.
"Yeah, sure. How can your mood just change like," I snapped my fingers "that?" I asked.
"Everyone assumes I'm bipolar but I'm really not. I just know how to control my mood swings and decide on a mood." He smiled, I tried to smile back.
"That's cool but weird at the same--"
"How'd you break your leg?" He curiously interrupted, tilting his head.
"Uh.." I started "it's my knee actually, not my whole leg."
"Do tell.." He said "but you didn't answer my question, how?" He asked and slightly laughed.
"It's a long story." I mumbled turning away to avoid the conversation. No one truly knows my reasoning because I don't like people knowing about it. "I don't wanna talk--"
"You sit alone at lunch, right? Come sit with me and tell me the story." He grinned. I sighed and looked at him and his puppy dog eyes. No one invited me yet so I rolled my eyes and accepted.
"Fine."
"Haha, I win." He smiled.
"Yeah, sure." I mumbled.