Let it be

Part 4

     “Sure, whatever” Ellie replied, “Shakespeare wrote scripts not novels, Charles Dickens wrote novels not scripts. It’s all very simple if you think about it.”

     “I will not be spoken to that way, Miss Wardle!” The teacher said in a shocked voice.

     Ellie looked up at the teacher, “Sorry, but I already did.”

     “Please stand outside, now.” The teacher demanded,

     “Alright, okay” Ellie stood up and left the room, she really couldn’t be bothered with anything at the moment. She was like a zombie; the last thing she wanted to worry about was her school work.

     She leant against the wall which felt cold and rock hard on her finger tips, and a few moments of silence ended as the teacher exited the classroom to speak to her.

     “What was all that about, Ellie?” The teacher questioned,

     “Can I go home now?” Ellie said holding her stomach, as if she was ill.

     The teacher huffs, “What is wrong with you?”

     “It doesn’t matter…” All of a sudden, Ellie broke down into tears.

     “I will phone home now, there is obviously something wrong.” the teacher said, “And if you aren’t going to tell me you are most definitely need to tell your parents. Will anyone be at home?”

     “Yes, my Mum.” Ellie gradually slid down the wall to fall on to her bottom, she sat there and cried a everlasting waterfall as she waited for her Mum to come and pick her up.

     I need to see Will. I just need too. I need to know he’s okay, this is killing me.

    Soon enough, Ellie was sent to the school reception where her Mum was stood waiting for her next to the tall desk where the receptionist is stood clicking away on the office computer. Ellie fell into her arms and cried even harder.

     “What’s wrong, sweetie-pie?” Her mum asked,

     “Take me home, I’ll explain when we get home.” Ellie mumbled.

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     Ellie’s head burned, and when she arrived at home she lied down on to her bed and asked her Mother for a glass of water.

     “Do you want anything else, sweetie?”

     “No thanks,” Ellie replied closing her eyes. “I’ll survive.”

     “Okay,” Her Mum said before leaving the room to fetch her glass of water.

     Ellie lay there, her stomach felt like strong knots being pulled tighter and tighter together. Her head, burning like a camp fire on a hot summer’s night. What’s wrong with me? She asked herself. She asked it over and over again, still clueless of the answer.

     Meanwhile, in Will’s house; his Father came home early from teaching at school. He ran upstairs to Will’s bedroom and he knocked on the door.

     “Come in,” Will called, his Father stormed in and sat beside him on his bed. “What is it Dad?”

     “I am not happy with you missing so much of school,” His Father started,