I really need to get a life. That is my comment to how much I've written recently. Actually, I have a life, but I'm just too sad to live it. Case en point:- I put off the cinema and burger king with my best friend to write yesterday. :L :L

It's fine though; she was gonna sponge off me for cash anyway..

"You shouldn't regret anything that you say.

Because it's what you were feeling at that moment."

"You don't really think that, do you." Cornelia frowned down at her history textbook as she dwelled on the events of earlier.

"Yes. I do." Elyon stuck her nose in the air snootily; a pose the girl had learned from being with her best friend Cornelia suspected sadly.

"Only because it's Will." Elyon glared at Cornelia darkly, knowing what was coming. "And you hate her because Mat-"

"It's not because it's Will! It's because you said the right thing Cornelia. You had a right to be mad: they were asking you to skip school! Not going with them was a good thing!" 'Oh Elyon, if only I could tell you where they'd gone,' Cornelia sighed and raised her hand straight in the air. Elyon leaned towards her hissing, "What are you doing!"

"Catch me, will ya?" Cornelia winked, slinging her bag over her shoulder and standing up.

"What!"

"Ooh, Mr Collins! I don't feel too good!" Cornelia feigned illness and the teacher looked up at her doubtfully.

"Cornelia Hale, if you think you can get out of a school picture by-" Cornelia fluttered her eyes and let herself fall backwards; Elyon jumping up to catch her.

"You're crazy!" Elyon whispered to Cornelia, who's eyes were still closed.

The blonde scrunched up her face and moaned slightly. She opened her eyes to slits, seeing that the now concerned history teacher had rushed over and was peering at her wearily. She took a deep breath to stop herself from smiling at his idiocy. "Wh-what h-happen-ned?" She murmured in a practiced voice of girlish insecurity.

"You fainted Cornelia," Mr Collins' mustache bristled slightly as he talked, "Elyon, please can you take her to the school nurse?"

Cornelia slowly; as though cautiously, picked herself out of Elyon's grasp. "I-I'm sure I c-can make it-t on my own."

"No!" Cornelia whipped her head around to look at Elyon's hard features, and testy tone, "I insist."

. . . . .

"Why are you going with them!" Once out in the hall, Elyon whirled around to the smiling Cornelia. "And what if you get caught! I'll get in trouble too you know!"

"Then you shouldn't have insisted. Still, can you believe that worked!" Cornelia lazily walked up to her locker and opened it, shoving her bag of textbooks in without care.

"Fine! Go! See if I care! Just leave your best friend to fend for herself! Or is that even what I am anymore! Maybe that title goes to Will!"

The accusation didn't miss Cornelia and she, too, whirled angrily, glaring closely at her friend. "Will is not my friend. I am going for the others. God knows what she's getting them messed up in!"

Stunned by Cornelia's outburst, Elyon could only nod; petrified of her friend for the first time in her life. Cornelia had never been so angry at anyone - not even Uriah! Elyon watched dumbly as the blonde stomped to the exit.