The Elevator

Let's go through his stuff

I want to get out. The bread held tightly to my arm, the fridge door opened. Cramp, I screamed as my leg muscles tightened instantly, I was in pain, I couldn't move. I was on my knees. I was in a lot of pain, what's wrong with me?

I crawl my fingertips hooked to the floor my food is protected by my forearm. I'm in. The Father must not have followed me, he seemed tired enough to deal with me. I spread my foot diagonally in the elevator moaning.

I rub my calf with my middle and thumb. I'm looking at the bread I'm going to devour in a minute

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My hair was lying on my back like a drip. My shirt, which was a layer of rest for them, was marked with their watery print. I was reading and trying compulsively and in various ways to memorize the pages. Tomorrow, the second hour, we were going to write a test in history.

I often felt stings in my leg. Maybe I wouldn't go to school today, another bite, oh yes, I certainly wouldn't go to school today. I'd risk getting badly injured. I rhythmically recited a piece that made it very difficult for me. Adding a melody made it look like a weird song. Easy to find out.

I must have been ready to take another lesson when Orpheus came.

Orestes: Erica, get up, will you come with me?

I grab my foot with my hand and lift it slowly, picking it up to my chest, so I can make room for him to get in.

Erica: You know, I got hurt and I won't be able to come. Do you mind telling the trainer?

He casually shakes his shoulders to show he doesn't. He leaves quietly, and I'm starting to write the language paper.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I'm really tired, it must have taken me all afternoon to study, this is happening to me with the exams. I put them in my bag and leave the books I won't need here, the person who's going to steal books hasn't been found yet. I go through my sloppy hair with the brush.

I heard the hairs break and I immediately stopped. I didn't want to make them look even worse. I combed them casually with my hands for a brush and bring them forward, covering the edges of my face as I prepare to go to Nadia.

I'm making an effort to get up. My leg twitched sloppy, I walked with a slight discomfort at first that slowly, slowly worsens. Let's hope it's past tomorrow. I rang the bell and awkwardly let my bag hang from my palm. Steps and the door opened.

Eurydice: Oh! Erica, what are you doing here?

Nadia: She came for me.

She grabs me by the shoulder.

Erica: Ouch, my leg!

Nadia: I didn't hurt that.

I'm going to her room limping.

Erica: It must be some kind of a mild injury.

Nadia: From practice?

Erica: No, before that, that's why I didn't go.

Nadia: Yes.. Orpheus isn't back yet. It's too late.

Erica: Did you finally find out what he was doing this morning?

Nadia: No, I was hoping we could learn together.

Erica: Do you want us to ask him when he gets here?

Nadia: No, let's go through his stuff.

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