Finding Myself

chapter eight~

The bus stoped at a fast food restaurant.

Everyone who wanted breakfast was to get down, eat, do whatever they want for thirty minutes, and when the thirty minutes were over, the bus would have a full gasoline tank, and it would take off again.

"Well, El, unless you want to stay with an empty stomach for five more hours, I recommend you come out and have breakfast."

Eleanor shook her head.

"What If I miss the bus?"

"Then I'll miss it with you."

Eleanor sighed.

"Fine. I'll go, just because I need to take off this stupid school uniform."

Eleanor's mouth began to water once she stepped foot in the restaurant.

"What would you like?"

Eleanor thought of the answer carefully for a while.

"Anything. I'm starving."

Janiel smiled.

"I'll just ask for two of what I'm getting."

Eleanor shrugged.

She gripped her backpack tighter.

"I'm going to go change. Be right back."

Janiel nodded.

"Whatever, just don't take long!"

As Eleanor entered the restroom, she sank into her memories of the family that had been taken by Ubel.

Ubel had forced her into going, and he forced her to help him also.

There was Eleanor, breaking into the family's currently empty home through an accidentally left opened window that Ubel was apparently too big to fit through.

There was Eleanor, sprinkling gallons of gasoline in every single room, every single bed, every single corner, every single crevice in the house.

There was Eleanor, taking a Polaroid of the family portrait in the dining room for Ubel's collection.

There was Eleanor exiting through the same window, and closing it like before.

And then there was Eleanor, locked inside Ubel' s car.

And then there was Ubel, waiting for the family to get home.

The two children entered first, carrying unfinished cotton candy and stuffed animals.

Then the parents followed.

Before they could all rush out the house, Ubel had already dropped the match.

Setting the whole house on fire.

The fire fighters arrived later that day, but the whole house was burned down already, along with the tiny forest behind the home.

They announced the fire on the news, but the cause of the fire was classified as an accidental house fire.

Eleanor was disgusted by the police since then. They just didn't do anything, not even an effort to figure out if it was murder. There was no one to rely on nowadays.

Eleanor didn't even take a minute
to change clothes.

She just reached for a random outfit, and that was it.

Janiel smiled at her when he saw her walking towards him.

"I have to admit, you are the only girl I know that will wear blue Baskeball shorts and a checkered blouse in public."

Eleanor shrugged.

"This is my favorite shirt, and the shorts are really comfortable if you ask me."

Janiel let out a light laugh.

"You are also quite quick when it comes to deciding clothing to put on."

Eleanor smiled.

"So are we going to eat, or are you still not done criticizing me?"

"Let's go eat then, but I wasn't criticizing you. I think you are really awesome."

"Thanks," murmured Eleanor between blushed cheeks.