Laura

I walk into the room and eyes burn my skin. The people I used to call my friends turn their backs and ignore me. "Hey guys," I say quietly, "what’s up?" "Oh Elise we didn’t realise you were here, you should speak up," said Yasmine sarcastically. ‘Mmm,’ I mumbled. and walk out of the heated room and into the cold, icy air. ‘Close the fricken door!’ yelled Yasmine behind me; I didn’t just to annoy them that’s probably why they hate me. I walk to the place where I am always welcome. The library. Even though I have a very slight fear of librarians (mainly how scary they are when you don’t return books) I still love it there, in the warmth. Two of my guy friends are there. ‘Sup guys’ I say cheerfully ‘whatcha been doing?’ ‘Nothing much,’ says Cam. ‘You?’  'Oh nothing really,’ I say."   “Whoop! Sounds like fun,’ says Joseph adjusting his checkered black and white hat.   ‘Oh yeah, totally,’ I reply sarcastically. ‘Hey where’s Oscar?’  ‘He’s at the canteen’ said Cam // I wonder if their talking about me laughing, bitching. Probably creating rumours geez why can’t they just accept who I am, maybe I’m just not as talkative or as confident, but I’m still an ok person… aren’t I? // Oscar walked into the room, a can of coke in his hand. ‘Sup Oscar?’ I say, but he doesn’t reply, is obvious why though, he has his iPod on. Oh well.  ‘Oh my god!’ exclaims Oscar ‘what’s she doing here?’ I start laughing, and the others join in. for the first time in a long time I feel happy, wanted and accepted. I feel safe. But this feeling is cut short all too quickly. Yasmine walks in.

‘Oh hey!’ she says, flirting with the guys ‘oh and it’s um... nice to see you too Elise, I guess.’ ‘Yea sure bitch’ I say this so quietly under my breath that only Cam can hear, for everyone else it was just a mumble. ‘What was that Elise?’ she asked shortly ‘Nothing you need to worry about Yasmine’ I say with unexpected coldness. She ignores my comment and continues flirting. “Haven’t you already got a boyfriend?’ I say rudely ‘What do you mean by that Elise Clare?’ ‘Oh nothing, it’s just I’m sure Jamie would love to know that your flirting with these guys.’ She blushed and hid her head in her shoulders, she soon realised that I was right, but tried to hide it. ‘Do you know what else he would like to know, that some freaky girl called Elise is weirdly obsessed with him.’ With both stare, nether one of us wanting to break the hold. I can see Joseph, Cam and Ollie in the corner of my eye, whispering quietly to each other. Our gaze is broken by the screeching of the librarians, honking at us all to get out, before lunch ends. Great way to end a day, another fight with Yasmine and maths. Oh Joy! I walk out of the library and for the second time today, I am alone. I walk to my locker with my arms crossed and head bowed. I walk through the cold icy fog and only life my head when I hear laughing and talking from a big group of people that I can barely see through the thick fog. I soon realise who it is and lower my head again. “Hi Elise’ I hear from the middle of the crowd. ‘You seen Yassi anywhere?’ Oh course, its Jamie, the hottest and most popular guy in school and of course he just has to be Yasmine’s boyfriend. ‘Yea she’s in the library; well that’s where I saw her last.’ ‘Oh ok see ya then’ and he and the group of friends left me, the lonely outcast, to walk to my locker alone. I got to my locker and did my combination. 14-25-06, my locker swung open and a note fell out and onto the ground, I stooped to pick it up and I unfolded it. // Dear Elise, // // I really hope you don’t hate me for still being friends with Yasmine. I hope you understand the position I m in here, I try to be friends with both of you, but it’s really hard too. //   // The main reason I wrote this letter was to see if you would come to my going away party. Sorry to say it this way, but my mum’s boyfriend has decided to move for his job. We are soon going to be moving to London, England and I really hope we can stay in touch. //   // Hope to see you there. //   // Love Gabi // // Xxx // Of course Gabi, she has been one of my best friends since primary school, and we still are and then along came Yasmine. She came and took most of my friends and made me the loner I am now. She came and took my boy friend and made him dump me and then took him for herself and dumped him harder than he dumped me. Basically, she’s a major bitch. But she’s super sweet on the outside; she’s practically covered in toffee. Well im going to try and finish my day on a good note, yes i do realise this is a big goal, and yes i am taking into consideration that i have maths last. But oh well. I take my books and go to maths.

I reach the room we are in and take a seat, near the back. No one that i hang oiut with is in my class, except Gabi and unfortunately Yasmine. The next person to come into class is Gabi. She takes a seat next to me and smiles at me. ‘i got your note’ i say whispering so that Mrs. Pullein wouldn’t hear. ‘i would love to come, just give me a time and date’ ‘awesome!’ she says a little too loudly, and the result of that is that we got a death stare from Mrs. P.

Green grass sways slowly in the wind. Laughing children surround me. The sounds of my dog barking and the whistle of the vortex fill my ears. I run towards my favourite thing there. The Olympic trampoline. There were two 11 year old boys on there at the same time. This was not allowed. I went up to them and yelled, ‘you’re only allowed one person on the tramp at a time!’ as you can see I was very confident as a four year old. I finally I got my turn on the trampoline. I jumped flipped and cart wheeled. I had had a lot of practise. I was soon called for lunch. I practically flew off the trampoline. I ran towards the dining room and sprinted to the kitchen. There was Sonja, ,she cooked all the meals. She gave me a hug and a chocolate muffin. As always I get first dibs of the food I want for lunch. Hot Dogs! A favourite food of then, not now. I sit and watch everyone line up for food. They wait patiently for their food and I finish off my second hot dog. After lunch I cart wheel across the cricket oval and into my house. It has been a fantastic day!

The melancholy feeling hovered over the chapel. Soft sobbing came from the grieving families scattered in the pews. One little old lady was standing by the coffin. Her tear-stained eyes were screwed up and her wrinkled face and slowly drooping. The old worn organ, started to play a soft slow, sad tune. The old lady turned back to take her seat.