Don't Forget Eli

Chapter 1

Hi guys! So this is my first story... I'm not much of a writer but I hope you like it! :) 

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Chapter 1: The new girl

Do you ever get the feeling that your alone? Like something is missing, or something is empty? Like your lost, and you just have no way of getting out? I don't know what it's called. Maybe it's called loneliness. Maybe it's just sadness. All that I know is it effects us all at Jefferson high.

Jefferson high school was never the same after Elijah Hunt commuted suicide. His death didn't just effect his friends, but people who he never knew. The jocks who would bully him started loosing games. Faculty started falling behind on their curriculum. People he never knew would talk about how much they missed his smile. And his friends were lost.

I had moved from Sacramento, California to St. Paul, Minnesota before the school year stared. I remember walking through the front doors of my home. The smell of fresh beige paint rushing past me and the echo of my mothers heels hitting the glossy wood flooring. My new house was simple. It had a main floor with an upstairs and a small staircase to the side of the hallway in front of the door. The living room was to the left with an open arch way and cream colored walls. I was sick of it already.

"It seems like a doll house", I said rudely to my mom

"You will get used to it, Tay", she said barely taking notice to my comment, while running her fingers over the banister and back through the kitchen.

I took my luggage by the handle and rolled it over the steps, noisily dragging it on each step. My parents wouldn't notice anyways because soon enough they would be to busy with work calls.

Getting near to the top of the stairs, I peered over the steps still to come. More cream colored walls. I told myself to get a painter in the house.

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The day i met him was my first day at jefferson high. I walked up the long sidewalk to the front of my school being pushed and shoved by people filled with excitement. I threw on my old skate shoes with a torn nirvana shirt and I put my hair up into a pony tail only to realize that the looks I were getting was because of my appearance.

I pushed my thoughts aside and pulled out my schedule. I saw I had history with mr. erickson as my first period.

When i walked into school, the first bell rung signaling that there were 5 minutes until class started. I tried asking multiple people where his class was, but was rudely shoved away and ignored. I pulled out my planner which had a small map inside the cover. He was in room 219. I scanned the map for 219 and found it, but the last bell rang.

The announcements echoed through the corridors as Mr. Wheeler gave the freshman and new students a big welcome to the school. I cursed over the blaring announcements and turned around expecting to be able to walk forward, but instead a tall, skinny boy with black slashed hair fell into my path. We landed on the ground, me on top of him. His soft green eyes were watching me while he played with his hooped lip ring with his tongue.

"Are you planning on getting off, or are you waiting for a few more fiends to pile on, too?" he asked me, still playing with his lip ring.

"oh... Yeah" i quickly rolled off of him picking my bag and books up. The announcements had stopped sometime between falling and now.

He got up and pretended to dust himself off "Elijah," he said sticking his outstretched hand towards me. "but everyone calls me Eli." he gave me a slight smile.

I took Eli's hand and used it to help me off me knees. "taylor." I shook his hand gently and smiled "but everyone calles me tay. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to ericksons class. Know where it is?" I asked

He pointed down the hall "take a right at the end of the hall and it's the third door on your left."

"thanks a bunch." I said rushing away. I looked back and his face was disappointed I left so quickly.

I ducked into my class room. I stood by the door while Mr. Erickson was busy writing the class expectations on the board. I cleared my throat and he looked over his shoulder to me.

He quickly put the cap onto his marker and took long strides towards me.

"You must be the new student." he looked at his binder. "Taylor? Taylor King if I'm correct."

"yeah, that's me, but I go by Tay." I outstretched a hand. Mr. Erickson shook it once and dropped it, pointing at my seat. For the first time, I looked at the class. Girls in cheerleading uniforms were sitting in the back of the room doing their nails. What looked like football players were watching me with weird expressions on their faces. A girl in the front wore a baggy black and blue checkered sweatshirt that was 3 sizes to big and was blowing bubbles with her gum. I gave her a fake smile but she didn't even bother moving her lips.

"you are going to be sitting next to Katie." he pointed to the back of the room to the cheerleaders. The guys howled and laughed and the girls rolled their eyes and went back to their nails.

I took a seat next to Katie. She looked at me, from my feet to my head. She smirked while dusting off her nails.

Not once did I think twice about how I looked this morning until I sat next to her. I had a fair complexion with sandy blonde, wavy, shoulder length hair. My eyes were a greyish blue and I had freckles but they were small and unnoticeable. My body wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad. I never really cared what people thought of me, but being next to her made me want to hide.

Katie put down her nail file and pulled out a mirror from her bag. She looked at herself. She was really tan and had a perfect body with straight brown hair that reached her mid back. Katie had golden brown eyes that would sparkle if she was in the right light and her makeup was perfect. She looked like the kind of girl that people would fawn over.

"hi" I said shyly. She looked up over her mirror, acting like I disrupted her lip gloss session.

"hey" she said snapping her mirror shut and putting everything back in the bag.

The jocks looked at me up and down. I felt so self conscious sitting by these people. I would rather sit by the girl in front who would stare me down.

The rest of the class I sat listening to the teacher give his lesson. The kids in my class could care less about what the teacher had to say and so did he. Mr. Erickson kept going on, barely even paying attention to his own words.

My next class was art. I walked in on time and found my seat on the paper she had in the front with the kids names and pictures. I sat next to a girl named Francesca and, surprisingly, Eli.

I thought Eli was a senior, not a sophomore.

I sat at the table and watched the people come in the door. Katie was there but with different girls, and some different guys too.

Eli walked in next to Francesca both laughing and clutching their books. The took the same route as everyone did to the front stool the sheet was laying on. He smiled when he looked at the paper and turned around towards me. I smiled back politely as they walked over. They pulled out their chairs to swung their bags around the back and sat down.

"long time no see stranger" he said to me with a slight smile.

"I could say the same thing" I said back, having confidence in my voice. "I'm guessing your Francesca" I said

Francesca had black hair with purple highlights. She had fair skin and dark brown eyes. Eli and her looked like they belonged together.

We sat in class listening to first day expectations. Every once and a while, I would quick glance at Eli. His bold jaw line and green eyes were his best features.

The rest of the day dragged on, continuing with two periods of math, then lunch, gym, and english.