Returning to school, I wasn't sure what to expect. I still wasn't sure what our relationship exactly was...only that there were certainly some issues to work out.
In my idiotic and idealistic moments, I could picture Elsa looking at me from across the hallway, her eyes showing nothing but absolute love for me, before she came over to me, with her hands as soft as silk gliding behind my head and cupping the nape of my neck, and her lips pressing against mine-
Then I would take a deep breath, and tell myself that I wasn't living in a fairytale.
So when I walked into school, I didn't have high expectations. Or any expectations really, figuring that Elsa would avoid me in her "not wanting to face the past" campaign.
However, I wasn't expecting her to stare at me, before bursting into loud laughing. Her cronies laughed with her, calling out things to me. I didn't care what they said though. I didn't. The only one whose opinion I cared about hadn't stopped laughing since she laid eyes on me.
Slowly, her laughs slowed down, before stopping totally. She had a lazy smirk on her face, and I hated it. I actually wanted to hit her, to smack her across the face to get rid of that ugly look.
There was a fire building within me, but I kept it at bay.
"Oh Anna," Elsa suddenly cooed. Turning to her friends, she laughed, "The freak thought it was "something" I bet."
I clenched my hands and squeezed my eyes shut. Her words were like venom, burning slowly through my veins.
Elsa walked over, pressing me against the locker. She stroked my hair, her lips inches from my own. "An experiment. That's all. Just an experiment," she whispered.
I felt it, the moment that the poison in my veins reached my heart. I felt the organ begin to quiver and contract, squeezing and ripping apart my soul. It hurt more than anything, any physical injury.
I left then, walking as fast as I could to the restroom, crying for the first time in many years.