Jello

Ella

 ****MUST-READ**** Author's note: Hello everyone! I wrote this story a little over a year ago, and I feel as if my writing and organization of storytelling has improved since last year. I am very attached to this story idea, however, I feel as if I cant continue writing it here due to how unorganized and sloppy it is. I hope to very soon start publishing a new version of it as a different story. I don't want to delete a version, so as you read it please realize its not my latest version. I will have the first part up by today or tomorrow (at least by Monday) as the edits I need to make are small, but it WILL show up as a separate book on my profile, so if you're interested in reading a better version, please go there! Thank you and Happy New Year!

I've never had an abundance of friends. I don't mean I'm lonely or anything. I have friends, I was just never particularly popular. Of course, most people go through life not being popular, but that's beside the point.

But you know when I was lonely? Or maybe not lonely--because I  rather enjoyed my solidarity-- was up until 6th grade, when I met Seal Rift. You must be thinking that I was pretty desperate to find a friend with a crazy name like Seal, but she actually found me. Sort of. 

I later found out that my sister, Caroline with good intentions, had paid her to be my friend, as my sister took pity on me. But that's really, really jumping ahead. First, let us go back a bit, shall we?

KINDERGARTEN

I had big, teary eyes. I had little social experience, since, for some insane reason, my mom had decided to homeschool me for preschool. I don't know if she regretted it after seeing me not even mention having friends until middle school. I played occasionally with my neighbor Riley, when I was much younger, but my mother separated us after seeing her smush ants and trying to throw stones at rabbits and squirrels at the developing age of 3. So my social life was already off to a rocky start. 

I walked into school clinging to my mother as my tears clung to my eyes, willing them not to pour over. Even though it was the Kindergarten Hall, older kids still rushed through. A boy with bangs and a nasty smile ran through our hallway, shouting at his friend while pelting eraser bits at him. 

Tears dared to roll down.

The boy stumbled on a five-year-old girl  I would later know as Seal, and was heading in my direction. My mother had no time to react, nor did I, and before I could blink--or even start crying--I was knocked onto the ground. I assume hard, because of the boy's mass. I began bawling. My mother gasped.

"Shame on you! Go!", my mother sneered at the boy.

As he and his friend rushed off, my mother tenderly pulled me up as teachers began peeking their heads out at all the commotion. Worried filled her eyes.

"Maybe....maybe it was a mistake. I could just homeschool you..."

A teacher took charge. 

"Oh boy, it's always those two. Aww, honey don't worry 'bout them. This school's real nice. Those boys, they're good inside, just a bit rowdy."

She took my hand and smiled at my mother. A relieved look crossed my mother's face. 

"My name is Mrs. Rosefeld. Nice to meet you". She extended her hand toward to my mother. Even as a judging toddler, I liked her. 

She turned out to be my teacher. She was nice, and so were the kids in my class, for the most part. Everything was pretty carefree, until my temper tantrum.