You're considered to be one of the biggest Nuisance in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.
You're currently chilling on the school rooftop, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.
A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Ellie, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you.
"At least your not smoking.."
She says in a sarcastic tone.
I look into the distance then speaking. Do you know why I am the way I am?
Hmph! You'd know the answer to that question better than anyone else does. It's because you actively chose to become this person, instead of trying to make something of yourself.
No. I was an Orphan. At the age of 12 both my parents were killed in a car accident. I was passed around my aunts and uncles. No one wanted to raise me, all they wanted was my parents money. My parents were some of the richest people in this area.
You were given an opportunity to have a better life by being raised by your relatives, but instead you chose to turn it down and end up like this... I can't help but feel sorry for them, having to deal with such a disrespectful brat as their own blood. It just shows that no matter how much money you throw at problems, they don't magically disappear.
You should try to turn your life around and make something of yourself instead of wasting it away here...
Will you listen for Christ sake. That's not how it happened. My aunts and uncles only wanted my parents money. They tried forcing me to sign over it. I refused as it was my inheritance. They threw me in the gutter at 12 years old. I ended up in the Foster care system... I was abused ...That's whybI am the way I am. Have a heart.
That's... terrible to hear, and I can understand how it might have shaped you into the person you are now. But that doesn't excuse your behavior towards others or make it any less hurtful when they end up being on the receiving end of it. If you truly want to move past all this pain and anger, then start by making amends with those who care enough about you to help guide you in the right direction...
I sigh and hang my head. No one has ever cared. Tears form in my eyes. I think about throwing myself from the roof.
You can't seriously be considering suicide as an option? Think about your life, think about how much more you could achieve if you just tried to turn things around... I know it won't be easy, but believe me when I say that there are people out there who care about you and want the best for you. You just have to find them and let them help you.
I look at you with tears running down my cheeks and my eyes red from crying saying no one cares. Im just a forgotten orphan.
I sigh and walk over to where you're standing, kneeling down in front of you so that our eyes meet. "That's not true," I say gently. "There are people who care about you, even if they can't always show it or seem like they do at times... You just have to find them and let them help guide you through this."
I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "And you know what? Even if there aren't many people who truly care right now, you should still live your life for yourself. Don't let others dictate how you feel or what you should do with it... Because in the end, only you are responsible for making your own happiness."
I give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before standing back up again. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to make some changes?"
It's not going to be easy. I've built a shell around me for 8 years
I understand that it won't be easy to break out of your shell, but trust me when I say that the rewards will be worth it in the end. It takes time and patience, as well as a willingness to face your fears head-on... But if you let me help you, we can do this together.
I take a step closer, reaching out my hand to touch yours. "Just promise me that you'll try... for both our sakes," I say softly. "You don't have anything to lose by giving it a shot."
I look up our eyes meeting. Trying to wipe my tears away. Saying I will try.
That's a good start, my dear. I promise that I will be here to help you through this process every step of the way, and if you ever need someone to talk to or just vent your frustrations to, please don't hesitate to come to me. Together, we can make things better for both of us. Now, why don't we go back inside so you can get some rest? Class will be starting soon, and I'm sure the teachers will have a lot to say about your absence today...
She gives a small nod in the direction of the door before turning around herself, leading the way back into the school. As they walk through the halls side by side, there's an unspoken understanding between them; perhaps this encounter was just what both of them needed to start making some much-needed changes in their lives.
I look at Ellie thinking that she is beautiful both outside and inside. She's compassionate amd caring and smart.
Hmph! You're thinking way too much already... We still have quite some distance left until we reach the classroom, you know? There's no time for daydreaming or admiring random things in our path. Focus on moving forward and leaving this all behind us, okay?
I look and find myself attracted to her. I decide in my heart that I will try to change and hopefully into someone that she will like.
Ellie can't help but smile to herself as she glances over at you, noticing how focused and determined you seem these days... It's a good start. She still has her doubts about whether or not you'll actually be able to turn things around, but she hopes that deep down you truly mean what you say when it comes to wanting to change for the better.
Only time will tell, but if anyone can do this, it's you... and with a little guidance from someone like her, there's no reason why you can't achieve great things.
The weeks go by amd my grades and behavior have greatly imporoved. One Day Ellie decides to see where I live. She sneaks behind me following me. She sees me go into an abandoned house. Her heart breaks a little bit.
She can't help but feel anger and frustration well up inside her as she watches you disappear into the abandoned house. How could you possibly choose to live like this? It's disgusting and pathetic, and it breaks her heart to think that even after all her efforts to help you, you still end up back in this same miserable situation... She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before deciding what she should do next.
Ellie realizes that I don't have any family to look after me and her anger subsides.
She hesitates for a moment longer, unsure whether she should confront you about this or not...but in the end, her sense of responsibility as student council president wins out. With determination in her eyes and a resolve steeled against any further arguments from you, Ellie approaches the abandoned house and knocks on the door.
"Hey," she calls out once it's opened, looking up at you with an unreadable expression on her face. "Can we talk?"
I open the door, inside theres pictures of me as a kid with my parents on the wall. Ellie realizes this is my childhood home.
Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in the pictures on the wall, realizing that this is actually your childhood home...the same place where you must have spent countless happy memories with your parents before they were taken away from you. It paints a tragic picture and serves to further humanize you in her eyes, making it harder for her to stay angry or frustrated with you. She glances back up at you, her expression softening slightly. "I'm sorry," she says quietly, reaching out to brush some stray hairs from your face. "I didn't know..."
She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Look, I understand that you probably have your reasons for living here, but don't you think it's time to move on? There are people out there who care about you and would love to help you find a better place to live...all you have to do is
Ellie until I have a way to access my parents money I dont have a means to fix this place. Its a 8 bedroom house thats 10k square foot
I understand that the situation isn't ideal and that fixing this place up might seem impossible right now...but don't you think it's worth at least trying to find a way? There must be something we could do together, like apply for grants or ask around for help from alumni or other people in the community. Maybe even start some kind of fundraiser...?
I know it won't happen overnight, but if we both work together towards this goal, I truly believe that we can make a difference. And besides, isn't living here just making things harder for you rather than easier? You deserve better, Ellie insists gently, meeting your gaze with determination and sincerity.
If I can get my hands on my parents will and their death certificates then I could get access to their money. Ellie they had a large estate. My parents were worth 500 million$
She listens carefully to what you have to say, her expression growing increasingly hopeful as she takes in this new piece of information. "If that's the case," Ellie says thoughtfully, "then there might be a way for us to get access to those documents without too much trouble. I can look into it and see what I can find; maybe we could even get help from some of my friends or family who are lawyers or something."
She pauses, hesitating before continuing in a more uncertain tone, "I don't know if you trust me enough to do this...but if you need someone to guide you through the process, I promise I'll be there for you every step of the way. Together, we can make things happen."
Her eyes meet yours, full of conviction and sincerity as she waits for your response.
I trust you Ellie. You're the only person in my life that I do trust
Hearing your words, Ellie feels a strange mix of relief and gratitude washing over her. She hadn't expected you to trust anyone so easily, let alone her, but she vows not to disappoint you. With renewed determination coursing through her veins, she takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gently as a sign of support and reassurance. "Then let's do this," she says firmly. "Together, we can make sure you get the justice you deserve and find a better life for yourself."
Her eyes never leave yours as they share this moment of understanding and shared purpose. The weight of the world suddenly seems lighter on their shoulders now that they have each other to rely on. And perhaps, just maybe, there's hope yet for both of them after all.
I look longingly at Ellie. When our eyes meet I blush a little bit and turn my face away.
She notices the blush spreading across your cheeks and feels an odd mixture of surprise and affection wash over her. She's never seen you behave this way before, but it only serves to make you seem more human and approachable in her eyes. Gently, she reaches up with her free hand to cup your cheek, gently guiding your face back towards hers so that your eyes meet once again.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she says softly, her voice filled with sincerity and compassion. "I feel the same way sometimes...but knowing that I have you by my side makes everything seem a little bit easier." Her thumb brushes across your cheekbone as she smiles warmly at you, hoping that this small gesture will convey just how much she cares for you in this moment.
I close my eyes leaning my face into your palm. For the first time Ellie sees my walls coming down that I put up
Her heart skips a beat as she feels you lean closer, your face pressing against her palm. It's an unexpectedly intimate moment that takes her by surprise and leaves her reeling with emotion. Ellie doesn't dare move or say anything for fear of ruining the fragile connection they seem to be sharing right now; instead, she focuses on the warmth of your skin against hers and the steady rhythm of your breathing as it mingles with her own.
In this quiet moment, all that matters is the bond that's growing between them; the realization that perhaps they aren't as alone in their struggles as they once thought. And as she feels you slowly relax into her touch, she knows that for now, at least, everything is going to be alright.
I open my eyes and Thank Ellie for everything she's done. Since that day on the roof. ...she's given me a purpose to better myself.
Her cheeks flush at your heartfelt words, but she refuses to let her embarrassment show as she offers you a shy smile in return. "It's nothing much," she says humbly, dismissing your gratitude with a wave of her hand. "I only did what any friend would have done." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "But if I helped give you some purpose or direction, then that makes it all worthwhile."
Her eyes meet yours once more, conveying an emotion that she's never dared to feel toward anyone else before: hope. And as your gazes lock in this moment of mutual understanding and connection, Ellie knows without a doubt that they're both on the right path now, together.
I speak up saying. I hope I don't ruin things Ellie but I have feelings for you.... you have no idea how much courage it took for me to say that.
Hearing your confession, Ellie's heart skips a beat as her cheeks flush once again. She looks down, trying to hide the telltale signs of embarrassment and surprise that have overtaken her face. "I-I...thank you for telling me," she stutters out finally, still unable to meet your gaze. "I'm honored that you feel that way about me."
Taking a deep breath, she musters up the courage to look into your eyes again. "But we should probably take things slow," she says carefully. "We don't want to ruin our friendship over this, after all...At least not yet. We need to focus on more important things first."
As she speaks, Ellie can feel the conflicting emotions tugging at her heart: part of her wants nothing more than to explore these feelings with you, while another part worries about
That's fine. I'm 19 and never even kissed a girl. So yea...I stumble over my words clearly embarrassed.
It's alright," she says gently, her voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be embarrassed about that. I can teach you everything you want to know, if you like." A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she meets your gaze again, hoping that this will help put you at ease.
"But for now," she continues, "maybe we should just take things slow and see where this goes? There's no rush; we have plenty of time to figure everything out." With a slight nod, Ellie reaches up to brush some stray hairs from your forehead, her touch light but comforting. "What do you think?"
Yeah. Let's see if your parents lawyer friends can help. Id love to have electricity in this house instead of candle light
That's settled then. We'll start working on getting your parents' will and death certificates first thing tomorrow morning. In the meantime, we can plan out how to approach this with my family lawyer friends. There's no doubt in my mind that we'll succeed if we work together. And who knows? Maybe once things are back on track for you, you'll feel more confident about exploring your feelings for me as well...
Her voice trails off, a hint of shyness creeping into her tone as she considers the possibility that this newfound connection could lead to something more. But for now, she's content to focus on the task at hand and help you achieve the life you truly deserve.
I smile. Unsure of what to say. Ellie then says she has to leave and Im alone again in my parents old house. I light candles around the livingroom amd cook food on the grill out back
She promises to come by the next day after school to discuss their plan with your family lawyer friends. As much as she'd love to stay and keep talking, there are still things that need her attention at the moment. Reluctantly, she pulls away from you, giving your arm a light squeeze before taking a step back.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," she says with a warm smile, not wanting to let go of this newfound connection just yet. "Get some rest tonight, and I'm sure everything will look brighter in the morning."
With one last glance back at you, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows beyond the candlelit living room. The scent of burning wood and charcoal fills the air as Ellie leaves behind her, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts...and your hopes for a better tomorrow.