My legs hurt and I'm tired, so I thought I'd update. I dunno what I'm doing with this chapter. WARNING: No Pellie this time around.
Disclaimer: All Degrassi character and already existing plotlines belong to Canada. Anything else that is remotely belonging to someone else goes here too.
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Ellie's POV
I woke up with my legs aching and my hip hurting. My hair stuck out at weird angles and I itched with sleep.
As soon as I was able to climb out of bed, my cell phone rang. I picked it up. "H-hello?" I yawned.
"Hey, Elle," Marco said.
"Hey."
"Just wake up?"
"Yeah," I replied. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. Do you want a visitor?" he asked.
"Uhm, sure?" I answered, trying to work a brush through my hair.
"We can grab some Chinese."
I hesitated. "Okay."
"See you in ten."
Ew. Marco was going to make me eat. Fuck, I thought. Maybe if I tell him I'm not hungry, he won't make me eat. I bit my lip. No, Marco's not stupid. He knows when I'm lying. I've never been a good liar.
I sighed, putting on a pair of jeans. They were falling off, so I had to put on my bottlecap belt. I pulled a once-tight black long-sleeved Mary-Kate Olsen shirt (that read, "I Can't Be Perfect All the Time") over my head. It was baggy. Which, in turn, would make me look fat. So I sighed, and went digging through my closet for a pullover or something. A hoodie.
I spotted it at the back of the closet; the hoodie that Sean had given me. It was black and said "Zoo York" in yellow across the chest. Good enough. I pulled it over my head and went to attempt at brushing my hair.
After I was finished that, I went to the bathroom and parted my hair zig-zagged down the back. I then French braided it into pigtails as the doorbell rang.
"Hey, Ellie," Marco greeted me as I escorted him into the house. He pulled lightly on one of my pigtails.
"Hey. You know where the carryout menus are, so you can, like, yeah. You can order," I told him, smiling and curling my toes. "It's cold, I'm going to go get some socks."
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I sat on the couch with Marco, watching some weird Italian movie that his father forced him to bring over. "Marco," I sighed, "you look so sad. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Marco!" I cried, putting my hand over his.
"It's Dylan," he whispered. "We broke up."
I immediately hugged him. I could feel Marco sobbing. "Honey, Dylan's an asshole. Don't worry. You still have me." I sighed. "Marco, look at me. This could be good for you."
"How?" he asked, pulling back and sniffling.
"I have no idea." I smiled, then wrapped my arms around him. "It'll be okay."
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Marco's POV
Eleanor Faith Nash is my best friend. Ellie is happy. I am very thankful for her. She hugs me when I'm upset and squeezes my hand at just the right times. I love her so much and I hate to see her hurting.
Eleanor Faith Nash has an eating disorder. She's anorexic. But Ellie is my Ana Pixie. Sometimes I just want to hug her. Because she needs it.
Crimson ribbons flow from her wrists...she's not as happy as I thought. I've seen my Ellie-Ana-Pixie on drugs. She's beautiful even then.
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Craig's POV
"Paige!" I called. "Hey, wait up."
Paige smiled at me. "Long time, no see," she said, laughing. She hugged me. "How've you been?"
"Okay," I replied, slinging my arm around her shoulder. "Without you here there's been no one to laugh at me shoving fries of up my nose."
"Oh, Spinner, how I love you," she laughed.
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Ellie's POV
I turned my stereo up louder as Conor Oberst filled my ears. "Eleanor Faith Nash, you turn that racket down this instant!" Mom screamed.
"Fuck off!" I replied loudly.
Mom knocked loudly on the door. I paused the tape.
"Come in," I muttered, sitting on the bed and pulling my sleeve over my bleeding arm.
"Eleanor, honey, I'm very worried about you."
"I'm great, Mom. Just peachy."
I'm lying, Mom.
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I really like this chapter. I've been liking most of my chapters lately. Much love,
Zoe