Elisa Grace
The giggling and borderline creepy smiles she was getting from the two cheerleaders Sabine had pointed out was enough to make her skin crawl. Elisa had never had a problem with them, she had never had a problem with bullying in general, and most of that was probably because of her ability to stay so far below the radar that almost nobody noticed her. Well, almost nobody, because she had obviously known Sabine enough to chat a little.
"Don't worry about it. They're not important anyway," Elisa said, though her heart was pounding and her anxiety was evident on her face. If there was anything she absolutely adored about high school, it was the amount of students that gave you the ability to hide, but now she felt like she was in a wide open and empty space: a wounded gazelle with a couple of hungry lionesses waiting to pounce. If Harry Potter's Cloak of Invisibility existed, she wished she had it then.
Elisa simply didn't understand girls like Marjorie and Amanda, she didn't even understand girls like Sabine. All of them were okay with making themselves known, okay with eating, okay with being mean or vengeful. They probably all went home at night, safe and sound, only having to worry about what lipstick they would wear the next day, or what CD they wanted to listen to. Elisa would play perfect daughter while watching her own grow up as her 'sister,' and feed food to the dogs when her parents weren't looking. Everyday she had to be so flawlessly mannered, wonderfully cultured, and feign happiness. These girls all had control, at least in her eyes, and she almost envied that. It was a miracle she had managed to stay sane
To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.
Why was this person so intent on messing with her head? Why were they obsessed with her life and her secrets? Elisa frowned, holding on so tightly to her textbooks that her knuckles turned white.
To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Then you're a coward.
That was all she could manage to reply before feeling like she was going to throw up the half an apple she had just consumed. Thankfully enough, she found herself walking right past Beck and she stopped. Now, if there was anyone she could consider a friend at Mackenzie Prep, it was him. Though today, he looked a bit...stony faced, and not like his usual self. "Hey, B. Are...are you okay?"