(Chapter Eight)
On January 5th, when everyone else went back to school, they talked about the presents they had gotten for Christmas, or the trips that they took for New Years. Some even spoke about getting to spend most of the time at a friend’s house.
On January 5th, when Elara went back to school, she had to listen to people blabbering on about what they had done over the break. Everyone who had sat at her group table with her were gone, and she was left alone, her head on her desk.
“Do you feel okay?” Mrs. London asked, crouching down beside Elara’s desk. She raised her head up, slightly, nodding before laying it back down.
“Why do you ask?” Elara spoke, her voice muffled by her arms that were around her head. Mrs. London smiled, looking at the sheet of paper on Elara’s desk.
“Maybe the fact that you haven't started on your work yet, when normally, you're the first done,” Mrs. London said, causing Elara to raise her head, looking at the paper. She pulled it to her, looking at the directions.
“My break?” Elara asked, disbelief on her face at the fact of the obvious worksheet. Mrs. London nodded.
“I got a horse and presents,” Elara said, writing down as she spoke. She handed the paper to the teacher before laying her head back down.
“Is this all?” She asked Elara, who nodded in response. Elara wasn't tired or anything,she just didn't want to face everyone, who would, most definitely, say something about her mom again.
Ariel stood by her locker, texting one of the trainers, that were at the stables, and asking them to ride Wonder, to see if it was safe for Elara.
“We heard that you bought a horse for Mr. Olive’s daughter,” Ariel looked up from her phone, seeing Elizabeth and her posse. Ariel put her phone in her back pocket, crossing her arms across her chest as she leaned back against her locker.
“I don't really see how that's any of your business,” Ariel said, rolling her eyes when Elizabeth did her signature smirk.
“Because, Mr. Olive has to like me,” Elizabeth said, looking Ariel up and down, “and not you, Ari.”
Ariel growled as Elara’s nickname came off of her lips. “For you, my name is Ariel,” she told Elizabeth, turning and walking off before the girl could say anything to her.
Ember sat at his desk, checking his phone as his class worked on the pages that he had assigned. Emerald had been bugging him all day about giving Ariel's parents an answer.
“Hey, Mr. Olive?” He looked up, seeing Elizabeth Lawrence’s eyes on him, and he caught the other members of Elizabeth’s group watching, and listening.
“Yes?” He answered, half-expecting her to say something along her lines, which normally was perverted towards him. He was glad that Elara never came in during this class.
“How come Ariel bought your daughter a horse?” She asked, fluttering her eyelids as she gave him her most innocent look. He shook his head, opening his mouth to speak:
“Honestly, what's it to you?” Everyone’s head snapped to Peter, on the other side of the room, even Ember’s. He was glaring at Elizabeth, who frowned at him.
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