Letters to Eleanor

February 18th, 2014

Dear Nellie,

Oi... what a day.

Let's see.

1)  I got an A on my English in class essay (on A Tale of Two Cities)

2) I failed my math test (I tried.  Geometry is just not my friend)

3) Grandma sent me an old Harry Potter book collection, since mine was lost in Nevada

4) Mom cried for you again today.  She lost her ways since you have passed.  She's just not the same anymore.  She's a different person.  She locks herself in her room when she thinks I'm sleeping and bawls her eyes out.

That's all for unimportant things.  I just wanted to brief you on that.  You'll be angry when I tell you the next part, so... let's start at the beginning.

"BOO!" I shut my locker door revealing the blue eyed Liam attempting to scare me.  He has never been successful before.

"Nice try." I hitched up my backpack on my shoulder.

Liam rolled up the sleeves of his gray wool sweater.  "Damn it."

I smirked and rolled my eyes playfully.  "Maybe someday you'll get it. AND THAT DAY IS NEVER!" He reached over to ruffle my hair but I intercepted his arm. "You know better."

"Foiled again," he said evilly.  Liam looked down to his black wristwatch on his right wrist.  "English in two."

I sighed, English isn't my favorite class.  Plus, it's honors, so it's ten times more difficult than regular.  "Let's go then."  I grabbed his hand and pulled him along the hall way.  Some girls were giving me death glares.  I try my best to ignore them.  They're just jealous I have Liam as a friend.  Although sometimes I wish it was more.

About my.. er... crush... it has kind of grown.  I can't control it anymore.  I know I have to drop it. I have to.  It's going to be hard, Nel.

Anyway, so I was rushing through the crowded hallway trying to get to class on time.  Some guys thought it would be funny to trip me.  The books in my hand went skittering across the hall.  I held back tears with all my strength.  Liam was angry.  Thankfully he hadn't fallen with me, but he was ready to stand up for me.  He got all up in one guy's face.

"What's your problem?" he demanded. I scrambled to my feet and tugged on his arm.

I struggled to pull him away.  "Liam, stop. Please."

The head douche laughed.  "Yeah Li Li, you better stop before you get in trouble," he said in a baby voice.

"That's it."  He clenched his fist and sent it flying towards the guy's face.  I let go of his arm and stepped back.

Liam backed up up with a smirk on his face.  The douche wiped the blood from his nose.  I had no idea Liam was that strong.  The other guy had a look of fury on his face as he walked closer to Liam. 

"NO!" I threw myself between them.

"Move, Kali." Anger flashed in Liam's eyes.

I pushed him gently in the center of his chest.  "No, Liam.  Stop it.  It's not worth it."  His shoulders slumped.

"You're right."  He took hold of my hand and walked away from the douche.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vice Principal Becker fumed.  He stood next to the guy that Liam had punched.

The douche and his friends smirked.  "He punched my nose for no reason."

"Is that true Mr. Hayford?"