Let it be

Part 4

     Ellie kept searching for him; she just wanted to talk with him, about absolutely anything. She searched every building and every courtyard, every classroom and every inch of the schools premises.

     What’s wrong with me? She thought. Why am I so obsessed? Is this just a phase I will get past? I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I’ve never even felt this way about Will before. What is wrong with me?

     The day passed by slowly, but when it finally ended, Ellie sighed with relief as she walked out of the heavy wooden doors. When she arrived home she was hot and sweaty, and she jumped into the shower and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. She squirted some shampoo into her palm and massaged it into her scalp and through her locks. She showered for about thirty minutes before hoping out and climbing into some jogging bottoms and an oversized tee. And still, all she could think about was Will.

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     The next day approached and still no sign of Will. Ellie began to feel cautious and worried.

     “Will,” Will’s Mum called up to him from the bottom of the stairs,

     “Yes, Mum?” Will replied as he lay in bed wide awake.

     She walked up to his room and her shoulders fell as she saw his face which looked absolutely fine. He wasn’t ill, nor was he depressed. He just looked tired, but who doesn’t at seven in the morning?

     “You know you can’t hide from school forever.” She told him,

     “I understand, but just for a couple more days. I promise I’ll be back by Monday.” Will said lying in bed with the covers pulled over his body. He felt pathetic, but the thought of not being Ellie’s other half broke his heart. He was love sick, and he couldn’t face to see her and realise that she isn’t his.

    Will’s Mum kissed him on his forehead, “Ok, son. I love you.”

     “I love you too, Mum. I’ll be okay” Will replied,

     “I know you’re okay, I mean you look absolutely fine. But would you like me to talk to this young lady’s mother? What’s her name again? Emily?”

     “No. I mean, no thanks Mum,” Will answered without hesitation, “And her name is Ellie,”

     Will’s mum smiled, “What a pretty name.”

     “I agree,” Will nodded.

    

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     Ellie sat in English messing with a pencil, ignoring the teacher’s explanation. She felt dead, no one could get to her. She was like a rock, motionless unless she was shaken by the person sitting next to her.

     “Ellie…” A voice called, she could hear it faintly but refused to reply. “Ellie…” The voice said again. Her lips remained closed and dry. “Ellie…” The voice repeated.

     “What?” She finally spoke, edgy and tired.

     “Do you understand what we are doing this lesson?” The teacher asked.