/the story and the character belong to nobody but me.

Some people believe that life is perfect even with its flaws and some people don't exactly agree with them but to me, life is something we must cherish and reflect upon every moment of our lives but it ceases to mean anything when you have nobody to live for. Love is a beautiful thing, you won't realize it until you fall for someone, fall in that great abyss from which you can never arise.

The bell rang indicating the end of the day and i sighed in relief and frustration-relief because i hated being in school and frustration because i have tons of homework. I'm a junior in high school, very famous but least liked. Kids younger to me loved me but the ones in my batch, well they don't exactly like me simply because I insist on being me.I dont like to have friends because i dont like to gossip. I believe in personal space, i dont like it when people talk about me without me knowing about it and im very sure that people would want their spaces respected as well. I speak to everyone and all the students and teachers speak to me, when i need them or when they need me.

Everybody is talking at their lockers and i just want to get out of there. I dont know why but i just dont like to be surrounded by teens though im a teenager myself. weird, right?

"Hey, Elisa! wait up!", Jack Miller, our school nerd calls out. He maybe a nerd but he's also the cutest guy in school which every girl would love to go out with but he's just not into them because of unfathomable reasons.

"Hey, jack. Whats the matter?"
"well, i was wondering if you'd like to come to Alaska. I hear that its a wondeful place with so many resorts. You like to ski as well so it ought to be a perfect getaway and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Ryan and Lexi are coming too. My parents are taking care of the expenses". He seems to have taken a long breadth, i mean who can say so many words without pausing to take a deep breadth.

"I'd love to, Jack, but i can't and i dont want to. You know how i like to stay at home and just curl under the duvet with a book and some good background music but you guys have fun. When are you going anyway?" i actually didn't want to ask him but after seeing his disappointment, i couldnt just leave him there.

"in two weeks". he smiled though it didnt reach his eyes and i know that i'd hurt another good friend of mine. It wasn't his fault but I didn't wanna talk about it.

"Well, have a safe trip and bring me something from up there" i tried to smile but im sure he saw the truth underneath all the pretense I seem to carry with me these days.

"Everything will be alright, Elisa. We're here if you need us, all you need to do is just accept our attempts at trying to cheer has been over a year since your dad left and you need to get over it." He pulled me into a hug, the hug which makes your insides melt, not romantically but from pain.

I swallowed, i'd promised that i wouldnt cry and i wont, atleast not in public. "Thanks, Jack and I'll be fine, really, i just need some more time" I pat his back before stepping away with a smile plastered to my face."I gotta go, have lots of homework"

"I'll catch you soon, Elisa"

"bye, jack"

I took a surprisingly short time to reach home, I'm so used to walking in the rain, the last few months that i'm getting really good at it. My school is not actually far away from home, just 2 miles and though my car sits outside by the curb, i don't want to drive it. It reminds of my last few days with my dad. He taught me to drive when i was just in 4th grade and i wanted to be a car racer back then but it changed when he left, when mom got over-protective, and i just didnt wanna enter the car which contains so many happy memories that i hold very close to my heart. Those memories are not meant to be marred by loneliness and loss.

Mom wasnt back from work when i reached home, she thinks that Jack drops me maybe not. When i told her that Jack was gonna drop and pick me from school, she didnt seem to approve but then she just said it was fine and that i should carry my phone at all times. Sometimes i think that she knows the truth, she knows that i need this and so just lets me go. But i didnt want her to worry over me so we have this unsaid deal. I send her a message whenever i reach home or school.

After grabbing a few cookies that my mum had made 2 nights ago, I sit in front of my laptop, a white sony vaio- w series, its actually a netbook. I start typing my english essay on the Brutus' speech which took me nearly an hour to type; when it seemed perfect, i got it printed and put it in my folder before turning my attention to biology. I sigh heavly as i lift the book and place it on my study table. As i start studying, the rain begins to hit my window heavily and i sigh now in dismay. why does one's day get worse when its bad already?

After 2 hours and 52 painful minutes i look up from my textbook. I'd just heard my mom's car pull in and i liked to acknowledge her arrival every night. I ran down the stairs quickly and saw my mum coming in.

"Hey, mom, how was work?" I kiss her cheek as i take her coat.
"it was good, my Elisa. how was school, dear?"
"It was fine, i guess"
"good. Now, are you gonna help your mom cook or do you have to study?"
"You already know the answer, mom" I smile widely at her. Sometimes she seems to be the real reason i exist.

After a long and heavy supper, we retire to bed and as i raise the covers to get into bed, my eyes are filled with tears again and this time, i dont even know why. I just dont want my mum to leave me, ever. She loves me and i love her.
I'll never love anyone again.

I didnt know how wrong i was until i went to school the next day.

Chapter 2..

The alarm blared, waking me up. After hitting the top of it, i yawn and roll over to the edge of the bed before i get up and go to the restroom to do my routine for personal hygiene.

After putting on my favorite black straight jeans, a red button up shirt and black converse, I grab my black hoodie and go downstairs to have breakfast with mom. I could smell the toast and i grin at mom when i enter the kitchen.
"Hey, , again?"
she smiled right back at me."Would you rather have beef?" she teased.
I've been a vegetarian all my life and i took nothing but toast for breakfast. mom used to make all the delicacies of the world so that i could eat something else but i just couldn't have enough of toasts.
"nah, I'd rather have my toast" I say as i head for the refrigerator to fetch some orange juice for us.

We eat our breakfast in comfortable silence in front of the TV, watching news. Once we're done, i grab my backpack,phone and house keys and wait for her to giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, she leaves.

After 10 minutes, I'm outside of my house, facing the rainless, but not sunny, day, after nearly 2 months. It rains or atleast drizzles all the time here in Port Angeles. I pull out my ipod and put it on shuffle mode before i put on my headphones. Listening to music makes walking 2 miles easier.

I open my locker and stuff the jacket at the bottom which i had brought just in case it started raining, homework and the other books i'd taken the earlier day to sudy, onto the first shelf. I grab my notebook and books that i'd need for the day. I didnt like to come to my locker often, it just makes people approach you. AP French is my first class and i just loved the language.

The day progressed slowly. After french I had physics and then AP english. Mr. Danker, my english teacher, said he was leaving the state in a few days because he got a better offer on the east coast and that he was going to be replaced by someone from Alaska who was actually very brillaint and so we wouldn't have any trouble with the subject. It seemed to me that he was trying to not make us disappointed. is the best teacher and I don't think anybody can replace him...Or atleast thats what i thought.
But what shocked us the most was that he said that the new teacher would be here today to just look around the school but he would start teaching from !
I won't be seeing again, none of us would.
With that thought, a pain started from inside. Even non-relatives of mine had to leave me. Was this my fate or was it just a game, the game in which God always ended up being happy while I suffered, not even having a shoulder to cry on.
I swallowed back my tears and averted my eyes so that i wont think of it again. It was his life, i can't stop anyone from leaving me and he'd have a great life out there, on the east coast than in this dull west coast where it was so gloomy.
As it was his last day here, he left us free. I started doodling on my notebook and as soon as the bell rang i fled the room. It was lunch and i was not hungry. I go to the bleachers because it was not raining and i wanted to be alone.

I pull out my iphone again and listen to music while looking at the line of the trees at the end of the parking lot. While i was sitting there, trying not to think anything but just listen to music, I saw a black Audi A7 enter. I was intrigued. Who had an Audi A7 in this place? There were a few BMWs and Saabs in the parking lot but Audi? No. but it was not the car that grabbed my attention, it was the way whoever was inside drove. Usually one can find grace in one's stride but i was absolutely enthralled by the way he turned the vehicle around the corner and parked it in a narrow space with ease. my dad was someone who could do that without breaking a sweat.

After a few seconds, he got out. He was that insanely handsome man who had such a good physique that would make women swoon. He was wearing black jeans and a white formal shirt. He had a black messenger bag slung over one of his shoulder and one of his hands were in his pocket. He was very pale though, i could see that even from here or maybe it was just because he was wearing dark clothes. He seemed like he worked out and was definitely taller than Jack. He couldnt have been over 25 but what was he doing here? was he a brother of some student here?
The bell rings indicating that i had an hour of history awaiting me in block 5, so i quickly make my way to my class forgetting about that Adonis of a stranger.