𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 | billie eilish

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friday - december 25, 2020

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨'𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏, 𝟑:𝟒𝟓𝐩𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

Today in English we drew lots for the dates of our presentations.

Ella and I have to give a talk about 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 on October 3rd.

To my fortune, we happened to be chosen some of the very last students to present our project to the class.

However, she wasn't at school yesterday. Just like today.

Teachers weren't too amused about that and even rolled their eyes when they noticed her missing presence.

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 is what Zoe stated, and I begin perceiving the seriousness of it. She surely wasn't too wrong with that.

Clarissa had the audacity to voice some rather inappropriate remarks during PE again while she glanced at me and seemed to mock me with her haughty looks.

She's extremely supercilious, I've come to terms with that by now, because I'm unlikely to have an impact on her that will change her demeanor drastically.

I sigh as I push my plate aside and lean back in my chair prior to having a look at my phone.

I'm aware that I should inform Ella about today's English class and tell her about our homework for Thursday, but I fear I might annoy her with a text message.

I'm obligated to it, though, otherwise Mrs. Bailey will perhaps be mad at me, and I'm doing everything to avoid that exact situation.

She's a person who seems to lose her temper rather quickly.

I scroll through my Instagram timeline as I'm suddenly interrupted by an unforeseen incoming call.

𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗮

𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦          𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳

I quickly click the green button, and before I am able to utter a questioning 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, I hear her cussing lowly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..," she apologizes with a slightly quivering voice.

"It's okay, you good?" I ask, worry washing over me once I caught her soft sniffle.

Is she crying?

"I'm fine," she returns trustworthily and takes a deep breath. "Sorry that I wasn't at school yesterday and today. I'm just in a ton of pain due to my cramps and passed out yesterday morning, that's why."

"That shit sucks. Grab a heating pad and some chocolate," I advise her and feel a subtle smile creeping onto my lips, although I know that she can't see me.

"I'll do that," she whispers and it seems as if there's a smile tugging at her lips' corners as well, however, she covers it cleverly by clearing her throat.