Lies Written by the Stars

Reality

Chapter 3: Reality

ELLE'S POV  

I feel like sleeping beauty. All I have been doing these past few days is sleep and rest. It is a good thing we are on our semester break. That was the reason for the acquaintance party by the way, we do that whenever we finish half the school year. Or else I would be f****d with school works when I wake up from whatever dream it is I am having.

In short, I am no sleeping beauty nor am I a damsel in distress. I am just a nobody, who can't wait to get out of high school. But clearly, there are a lot of villains and witches around me who is making it evident that I won't be getting through high school easily and I have fully woken up from that dream since that night.

It is 5:00 am in the morning and I have to get ready for school soon. It is the first day of the second semester and I don't know if I am ready to face everyone yet. But I have no choice, do I?

So I went to pick up myself from bed and went straight to the bathroom. I am going to have a long hour bath. Because I am pretty sure I am also going to have a long day ahead.

And I need to look great, I am not going to let them see me sulking nor look depressed because of what happened. I refuse to give them the satisfaction. It's over. It's done. It happened. Get over it. I mentally told myself this mantra doing my morning routine.

It is a good thing I have been staying over Liz's house over the semester break because she really makes a good company. Whether we are together or not, just know that she is there to give me comfort. She did not pry and I did not tell her more than what she already knows, especially not about him. 

I still don't even know if it's real, if he is real.

So Liz and I just went along with our days. And I love her for that, she respects my personal space and that’s how I am with her too.

Looking myself at the mirror, I feel quite better. I am now dressed in high waist jeans and an orange strapped blouse that I complimented with a white blazer and white sneakers. Tying up my hair in a ponytail, I hear a soft knock at the door. Liz.

"Elle? You ready?" Finishing my hair and looking at the mirror one last time.

"Yep." I said as I opened the door.

Liz is wearing comfortable pants and a shirt, chill and loose. Just like her.

I smiled. "It's too early to go to school." I tell her as I show her the time in my watch.

6:31 am. Class does not start until 8:00 am. But knowing the first day of this semester and our professor for our Psychology class, everybody's going to be late. 

"Want to grab some food by Mc’s first?" I asked.

"I knew you would say that. Let's go then, I want some ice coffee to spike up my day." Liz made her way downstairs and throughout the door and I followed.

Liz's house is a basic walk through every store and fast food chain. That is why I love having sleep overs here. The bookstore is near, food and of course, our school. We are used to doing our projects here and I am like her part of their family now. That's just how often I stay by her place.

Some might know by now how my friend Liz is, she is definitely cool. Like the non-problematic, non-toxic friend you wish you have had your whole life. Well luckily, I met her during grade school, during lunch because I had no one to eat with that time. That was the phase of my teenage years where my circle has made it evident that time that I am not welcome to be with them anymore (yeah, the same circle by the party).

Anyway, Liz was kind enough to let me have lunch with her even though as she tells me, she did not like me because I reeked of sunshine and flowers and in her words: "walking on daisies." Guess I was that happy in my innocent grade school years.

It looks like we were not early enough because the line is already long. So my thoughts drifted away easily. As we take our go to breakfast, pancakes and ice coffee, the classic combo and wait by the line, I can't help but think how much I have changed over the years. I think I may have grown far from that "walking on daisies" girl. Because apparently, being bullied, being called names and being betrayed by your most trusted friends makes you a different person.

I do not show my affection and emotions to anyone anymore. If I get hurt, at least I don't give them the satisfaction of knowing how hurt I really am.

I am still easy to get along with, welcoming to people and kind. At least I think, aside from my sarcasm. But I do not let them get that close to me. Just enough to know me and exchange jokes between conversations. Having a bad experience doesn't give you an excuse to bullshit other people. At least I know that myself.

"Ready?" Liz asked.

I didn't even realize we are now in front of our room. I look at the time, 7:30 am. I sighed.

"Yeah, let us just finish our food first before everybody comes in." I said as I entered the room and chose the farthest seat from people and the nearest seat along the outside world.

I placed my bag on the floor and my food on the table. Liz followed suit, sitting beside me.

At least we both hate people.

Now we sat in silence, minding our own business and food as the room start to fill in with people. Talking loudly with each other on whatever happened with them during the break season; loud enough for everybody to hear.

I rolled my eyes, slicing my food and taking a bite of bacon while thinking on how goofy they are on telling their stories… as if they haven't talked about it on their social media accounts; annoying.

It did not take long before my friends show up- ignoring me, still. But I can feel their side glances and gestures towards me, especially Jean. Probably wondering how I am still okay. Pfft. Interested much? Whatever.

You won't see me crumble. Not today. I guess I'm named Elentiya for a reason, "the spirit that can never be broken."

Our professor came in and I let out a small smile. Why? It's my favorite subject: Psychology. And the teacher? He's so good at it. I think he is on his 30's and he is unmarried, not that I am interested; within our generation but matured.

I learn a lot from him. So I cleaned up my table and started to take out my notebook and listened.

"How was your acquaintance?" Mr. Yada asked.

It sucked.

"Greeeeeat." My classmates said.

"Good. Now let's start the class. Open up your notebooks and learn." He commanded.

"Ughhhhh." They responded.

Perfect.