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In comparison, Beck was awfully loud when next Elisa. It was part of the reason people found it so unusual that they were friends at all. If people weren't speculating about her, she did her best to be invisible. Beck got into fights and never had a problem making his thoughts known. While the fighting did concern her, something about him made her feel safe. Like no one could touch her when he was around and for that, she was incredibly grateful. "Well hello to you too, B." Elisa stated in her library-friendly voice, giving him a small smile. She didn't mean to be so terribly quiet when she spoke, but she couldn't bring herself to speak up.

"You know, you never look very amused when that phone of yours goes off." If nothing else, Elisa was observant. She didn't mean to pry and did her best not to ask questions about Beck's personal life (after all, she knew a thing or two about wanting to be private), but this wasn't the first time she had noticed his empty facial expression at a text.

She felt the pangs of hunger again and her barely-there smile left her own face. She knew she would have to eat something at lunch if she wanted to avoid passing out, something that had happened once before, and the thought was incredibly discomforting. The only times Elisa ate were when she wanted to avoid people asking questions. They could discuss her skinny frame all they wanted, as long as they didn't ask her directly. "Oh, by the way, did you finish Hamlet analysis paper? It's due today." She questioned, beginning to walk in the direction of her English class.

Elisa did decently at school. It was the only other aspect of her life she could control. She could control whether or not her grades were high or if they were low. It was up to her and no one else. Sure, the teacher graded her work, but she decided the quality of it. If she wanted an A, she got an A. If she wanted an F, she got an F and everything in between. It gave a sense of comfort to know that there were two things in her life she had complete control over, when everything else in her life was not her own choosing.

She pulled her black sweater closer to herself, feeling slightly cold despite the fact that it was a pretty warm day. There were two reasons she was constantly wearing a jacket or sweater: she never felt warm and she hated the way her body looked. In her own mind, she was disgusting to look at. She frowned slightly.