Okay so this is my very first story on this lovely website!
Based off of some previews of next week's degrassi & my predictions of the rest of the season for EClare.
Hope you enjoy! Please review, much appreciated :D
"Helen, I don't know what you're talking about!"
My eyes snapped open and traveled to my alarm clock. 3:17 in the morning. I sighed.
"Oh, of COURSE you don't!" My mother screamed back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't keep telling me you're working all this time at night. I am NOT an idiot!" She was practically screeching now. Did they honestly believe I could sleep through this?
For the past week, it was like this. I hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in what seemed ages. And I was feeling it. I could hardly concentrate at school anymore, too focused on keeping my eyelids raised.
Eventually, the screaming died down, after my father continued to deny his cheating on my mother and the two went into their bedroom (though, I doubted they slept in the same bed anymore). I drifted into a hazy, uncomfortable sleep soon after.
I woke up Friday morning (technically, for the second time) feeling like utter crap. I reached for my phone, and what I saw made me smile genuinely, for only Eli could do that to me recently. TXT FROM ELI G. "Good morning, my lovely English partner. I look forward to polishing your latest piece into something decent today." I laughed to myself. He called me lovely, and then insulted my work. How typical of him. He really enjoyed sending mixed signals.
Eli Goldsworthy was my polar opposite, and positively infuriating sometimes. But that was part of his charm. He was dangerous, and dark, and mysterious. Yet he seemed to like spending time with me as much as I liked spending it with him. And he could also be really sweet, when he wanted to be.
I looked at my clock and realized I was way late. I sighed. I quickly texted back "Oh thanks, Eli :P" and hopped off my bed to get ready for school. While I brushed my hair and got makeup on, I gazed over myself in the mirror. I was still a little surprised at the girl who looked back. I had changed so much since last year, I was barely recognizable anymore. Not just physically, though the hair and absence of glasses were certainly different. I had learned to come out of my shell, mastered the art of sarcasm, and gained confidence along the way. If my parents weren't so caught up with their issues regarding each other, they might say something about my metamorphosis. Maybe, I thought with a smirk much like Eli's, I should make this change a bit more drastic. Will they notice if I start dressing and acting like Eli? It was only a split second thought of rebellion- pretty common among my age group. But it was the beginning of an adventure I wasn't quite ready to take.