I will not be forgotten

I wrote this early last year I think. Sorry about the grammar and all of that stuff. Shitty writing, but yeah.

Chapter 1 - My name is Elinore.

"Oh my god, you always do this!" yelled Jeremy. 

"Whatever you reckon! Just leave me alone," cried Elinore. 

"Fine, if that's what you want! But this time, I'm NOT coming back!" Jeremy replied.

They'd been fighting for weeks, and everyone knew it. They'd been on and off for awhile now. Elinore, who was almost sixteen didn't want to lose him. Jeremy was her world, but it just wasn't working out for them any more. They used to be so happy, so cheerful. But now the little time they spent together seemed to be hell. Neither of them were happy any more, but what could they do? They weren't about to suddenly agree to marriage counselling now were they? They were just teenagers.

Jeremy left Elinore's room in a rush. He slammed the door on the way out, leaving a new, small crack down the left side. Elinore then realised that her door had been open the whole argument. Her parents had probably heard everything. Like normal parents they worked full time, too busy with their business life to worry about their children. Elinore was one of three children. She had one younger sister, named Anna-Beth, and an older sister, named Caroline. Caroline wasn't around much. She had moved out a couple of years ago to live with her 'boyfriend' who didn't seem like he wanted much of Caroline except what was in her pants. Elinore didn't understand males. Were they the charming, caring things she hoped... Or were they just lying, sex-minded jerks that every girl wished they weren't. Either way, there was no hope for Jeremy and her.

Elinore sat on her bed, crying her eyes out. Her room wasn't very big. Sure, her parents worked.. but they weren't rich. Their house was two story, but not one of the best on the street. She had a double bed, which she had to pay for, but it was definitely worth the money. The bed was placed on the far side of the room. She also had a small wardrobe, that she had painted bright green when she was around twelve years old. She had, had so much fun that day, splashing around the paint, having fun with her parents.. those were the days. Elinore also had a rather small desk which held her portable laptop and bits and pieces of paperwork she had collected over the years. It wasn't much, but it was where she felt most comfortable. She heard her door open and small footsteps walk into her room. 

"Boys aren't everything you know, Elinore", explained Anna-Beth. 

"What would you know, Anna?" cried Elinore. 

"More then you would know. Just because I'm younger then you, doesn't mean I'm a little baby. I am seven you know", smiled Anna-Beth, proudly.

Elinore gave her sister a hug. She was right, boys weren't everything. But Jeremy did mean a lot to her. And losing him was like losing herself as well. Anna-Beth skipped out of Elinore's room, carrying her favourite doll in her left hand. Elinore went online. She always went to her computer when she was down, it was pretty much the only thing that would never fail on her. Her father, named Nathan, was like a computer genius. He worked at an amazing office for the big wigs of computer manufacturing. This meant he got really up-to-date gadgets and computer accessories. If only the pay was big too.

No one was online, which was odd for a Sunday afternoon. She was dreading going to school tomorrow. Year eleven was so hard. She looked over at her floor near her bed, where her bag was. There were piles and piles of books, folders, sheets and homework. She couldn't be bothered doing any of it. She used to enjoy going to school each day, but now it was merely a hassle. She had no idea what she was going to become when she was older, and the thought of year twelve scared her.

She stood up and looked at her full length mirror. Elinore seemed to have a very low self-esteem. As she looked at her self she was disgusted. She found no good point about herself, and saw so many problems with herself. She had long dark brown hair, which she didn't take much care of. She was average height, and around the right weight for someone of her age, which she didn't think so. Elinore thought to her self about going for a run, to let out her stress. She lived in a small neighbour hood, just out of the city. She was always on the look out for strangers and no matter what, always looked out for Anna-Beth. She was her older sister, it was practically in the job description.