Letters to Luke || 5SOS #Wattys2015

- 9 - L y r a - Making a Desicion

- Thursday, December 8th - 

"So, how's the letter writing going?" Roxie asked at lunch.

"Yeah, have you been tracked?" Ella asked with a slight sneer. She's been acting weird lately. Maybe it's the fact that the teachers have been piling on the homework, but she's never acted this way in previous years.

"No, actually. I'm not sure if that means he's not getting the letters, or if he's just too polite to track the letter, or if he doesn't know he can track the letters. . .I'd really like to know to be honest. . .

"I'm gonna be an optimist here and say it's one of those last two. Just cause I really want believe that he's getting the letters." Roxie's voice fell to a murmur only Ella and I could hear as she watched someone behind me. "Queen Marissa at six o' clock. And headed this way.

"Oh dear god." I muttered.

Marissa Ellington: Queen bee of this school, except she's almost bearable. Almost. Everyone likes her, teachers, students, even the parents! She doesn't dress like a slut, she's had a steady boyfriend since halfway through tenth grade, (though it's highly likely that they're both cheating on the other), and, to everyone else, the perfect role model. If others are bullied by her, she doesn't do it at school. She's never been in trouble, and she has straight A's, even though she rarely does her homework. That's how much everyone is wrapped around her finger.

The reason Ella, Roxie and I don't like her is because of the way she treats us. She makes fun of Roxie for her ever-changing hair tips, the fact that she wears glasses instread of contacts (which is a choice), and she is constantly trying to get Ella to ditch us. As for me, well. She just ignores me. And I couldn't be happier that she does. I prefer being ignored by Marissa than being bullied by her.

"She'd here." Roxie mouthed. A second later, I heard Marissa start to speak.

"So, Ella! Did you think about what I said on Monday?"

"Yes. And the answer is no, just like it was when you first asked. Go away Marissa." Ella scowled.

"Fine. But know, I'll always accept you. Your. . . friend? Not so much. I mean her hair is purple! Come on Roxie! If your going to dye your hair, at least die it natural colors! Like blonde!" And with that, she walked off, back to her circle of friends who had obviously been watching the conversation.

"I'm quite proud of my natural hair color, thank you very much! And 'normal colors' are boring!" Roxie burst out. I looked up to see how she would respond, but Marissa acted like she didn't hear anything. Which is probably what happened, considering how loud the cafeteria is. I turned back to Ella and Roxie.

"Lyra. What is that?" Ella asked sharply.

"What? What's what?" I asked. Ella pointed to my cheek, which I had covered with my hair all day. When I turned around, my hair had stayed behind my back, exposing the big red mark on my cheek, that still stung. I quickly covered it with my hair again before answering. "My. My mother slapped me this morning. It still stings."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Only a  couple of weeks Roxie. If that."

"Why haven't you said anything?"

"I thought it would stop. But, obviously, it hasn't, and I'm going to write to Luke about it tonight."

"Maybe you should ask him to write back. I don't think it matters if your dad finds out any more. Plus, if your careful, he won't."

"Roxie, your accent is going crazy again." Ella said before I could point it out.

"What?"

"Your accent. It sounds like a mix between French and British."