Saved By Elounor

Chapter 19

I strongly believe that if you have a goal, you are to go after it.  If you don’t, you could regret it. Nobody wants to live life with regrets.

 

I woke up that morning and set myself a goal.  I want to graduate college, and I want to sing.  

 

It was about quarter of seven when I set this goal.  I proceeded to dress myself for the day.  I am going to return to school today. I am going to work hard, and graduate at the end of the year.

 

I pulled a jumper out of my closet and a pair of black skinny jeans.  My Vans were across the room from my bed.  As I did the ‘skinny jeans’ dance attempting to get them onto my legs, I jumped across the room to my shoes.  I slipped them onto my feet, and grabbed my book bag from my closet.  I have a few folders in it and a few composition books.  

 

The last time that I was at school was approximately five weeks ago.  Before the finale, before my injury, before the record deal.  My leg is now completely fixed besides the brace that I got last week.  I still go to my therapist every other day for physical therapy.  I have to manage how to walk again after crutches.

 

I walked downstairs. Mum was on the couch sipping tea out of her favorite mug.  I got a cup of hot coco, and a bowl of cereal.  The time was now 6:20.  School starts at 7:15.  

 

“You’re going to school today, love?” Mum asked as she turned around.  

 

“Yes, I am.  I want to graduate and get a diploma.” I said. I told her this because I want her to know that I am making goals.  Because I, for one, do not want to live my life in regret.

When I walked into homeroom the majority of the other students looked at me.  Not in a friendly ‘Oh, welcome back, friend!’ way, but in more of a ‘what is she doing here...’ way.  

 

I sat down in an open seat and began to text Brie.  

 

Where are you, I’m in homeroom!

 

I saw the three little dots on the left side of my screen appear in a few seconds.    

 

Sick.  Can’t come.

 

I sighed, and put my phone back into my pocket. I walked across the room to Julia, a girl that I was friendly with in the beginning of the year.

 

“Hey, Julia.  How have you been?” I asked.

 

“I’m doing quite good, how about you?” She responded.

 

“I’m good, thank you.  You’re in my first period class, right?”

 

“Yes I am, want to walk with me?” She asked me.

 

“Sure.  Honors English with Mrs. F, right?”