EllaPOV
All I did was sleep. I refused to feel sorry for myself, so I felt forced to feel nothing at all. I was empty, my soul, my heart. I was nothing.
I lay face in the pillow on the uncomfortable single mattress in the spare bedroom. I was staying at my friend Steph's house. She wasn't really my friend. I went to her birhday party once, I think.
I told her that she couldn't tell anyone I was here, and wouldn't allow her to tell her parents why I was actually here. So, they were staring at me, and my stomach. I assumed that they thought I had ran away from home once I found out I was pregnant.
I'm not pregnant.
I didn't feel like going home yet, especially since I don't have a plan. I really should stop thinking of plans, seeing as my first few have ended with me at some person I barely knows house. But I can't help it. I can't go back in there without any clue what is going to happen next, and what I'm going to do!
I drift in and out of sleep.
It came to me in a dream.
Well, not really a dream, more like a thought while I was sleeping.
What if I formed my own band and fought against The Flock as a whole?
But, what better, if I join Max's old band from the end of junior year?
The band Max refuses to talk about. She claims nothing happen in the band and that she will never go back to them or talk to them ever again when the subject coms up. They are never going to see me again, and me them, she used to say in her high-pitched, annoying voice that seemed to shrill over all noise. I scowled, I hate my sister.
I turned my scowl to a grin, sitting up on the bed and reaching for my phone on the bedside table and sending a text to someone I haven't in a while.
Time to pay a visit to old friends I think. Max isn't going to like this.