" Are we all going to get gastro? Do you think there was something wrong with the donuts?" Someone in the room asked loudly."I doubt it guys. He just probably had diarrhea from the germs from his nose. Does anyone else notice that he picks his nose?" Ella asked loudly.The room fell silent and everyone stared at Ella.Ella could not figure out why they were all silent."Do you know who he is?" The girl across her asked."James Wallas. The boy who took my pen and my book. He ate my donut and he picks his nose." Ella rolled her eyes. " He is the directors son." The girl replied." No one ever dares to speak about him.""I don't care who he is." Ella replied. She knew he wasn't Patrick's son. " How do you know that he is?""He told us." The girls replied.Ella looked at her blonde hair and thought of her as a dumb blonde. How can they possibly take his word for it." Wow. Well I don't care. " Ella smirked.People started to mumble amongst themselves but soon stopped when James Wallas re
Ella began to write again. Thoughts flooded into her brain and she wrote down in almost a scribble."The enchanted ring." Willow watched him enter the diner, there was a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. A chill in the air made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She could feel that something was not quite right but she couldn't put her finger on it.She stared at Gregory Green and his group of associates,crossing her fingers that someone else would wait on them tonight.She had been their waitress for the last six months, she wondered if it was coincidence or sheer luck that she would be the only waitress available.The Denny Diner was small but it was always busy. They sold good food and the atmosphere was always cheery.She guessed that was the reason that a billionaire like Gregory Green was here every Tuesday.Willow hated Tuesday's, it meant that she had to wait on Gregory Green and his crew, hand and toe making sure they were satisfied with their service. She di
The adrenaline courses through her veins as she got excited and started to write down the action that played out in her head."The mafias little secret."She struck it out and started again."Runaway with me."" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in and the few streetlights that worked were dim, making it hard to see clearly. As she walk
Ella didn't sleep that night. She decided to write her first draft. Once she was done she read it over and over, checking the spelling and grammar.Finally she took out her laptop and typed out her assignment.The birds started to chirp and the rays of sun came through her window just as she typed." The end."Her alarm clock went off and Ella knew that she had no time to waste. She took a quick shower and changed into a jeans and top. She tied her hair in a messy bun and pressed print.She waited by the scanner ,tapping her fingers on it impatiently.Once all twenty pages were completed, she grabbed a portfolio file and binded it into a booklet.She smiled at her hard work.Grabbing her bag , she dashed into the kitchen.She snatched the today from her father's hand and kissed him goodbye.Ella felt proud of herself as she dropped of her assignment on the professors desk that morning.He looked at her with a smile on his face."This is the first one I have received do far."Ella smile
"Do you want to make that call now?" Ella raised an eyebrow."What proof do you have that the man on the phone is Mr Ray?" James Wallas retaliated."What proof do you have that it isn't? You claim that he is your father. You say that he won't answer your call because he is busy." Ella questioned."I don't need proof. I am James Wallas." James snapped." Exactly. James Wallas. Not James Ray." Ella clicked her tongue."So what? I have my mother's surname." James rolled his eyes at Ella. He looked like he was going to choke her with his bare hands if he got the chance." So Marge Wallas is your mother than." Ella taunted him."Your mother was Mr Rays mistress." The blonde gasped. Everyone in the room started to gossip and speculate about Marge." Ella. You are diverting the attention." James snapped."Answer the question?" Ella snapped at him." Was your mother , Mr Ray's mistress.""That is insane. Don't you dare point fingers and throw stones , if you live in a glass House." James spat
"Something like that." The boy said. "Are you just using me for protection?" Ella asked."No. And yes." The boy smiled shyly."Actually, I am the head of the monthly paper and I wanted to have a chat with you about writing short creative stories or true life stories or something rather interesting for the school paper." He said." And yes. Since you are the daughter of Mr Patrick Ray, I guess you are like the most untouchable person in this school. You have defeated James Wallas and for that , I am grateful. Just sitting here is an honour."Stop trying to suck up to me." Ella laughed."Can we be friends?" He asked."I don't even know your name!" Ella chewed a large piece of lettuce." I apologize for my bad manners. I am Scott. Scott Jones. " He stuck out his hand to shake hers."Ella Woods." Ella shook his hand." I will think about your offer.""That's great." Scott smiled.They both sat for the entire hour, getting to know each other.He had told Ella his entire life story in one hu
"Maybe it's because you never tried to make friends. You bullied people ." Ella explained ." Please come of the ledge and trust me . Everything will be okay.""No. I am going to jump. I don't want to live this life of poverty."James replied but did not move.Ella knew he wasn't going to jump. It was just an empty threat. She empathised with him deeply. She knew what it was like to try and fit in."We aren't meant to fit in. We are all meant to stand out.", Ella shouted." If we were all the same than there would be nothing unique. Money doesn't make us. We make money. We work hard. You bullied your way all through the years, egtting people to do your work. If your just worked hard, you could be anything you wanted to be. It's not too late , I can be your friend."Ella felt sorry for him but he disgusted her with his bad manners and unhygienic ways. It would take a lot of work to change him and now she regretted the words she had said. She didn't want to be his friend but she had no cho
The next morning Ella walked into class. She decided to have a new outlook on life. She looked at James Wallas as he entered and to her surprise his greasy hair was now clean and shiny. He had trimmed it and spiked it up with some hair gel. His clothes were no longer big and bulky and his face was super smooth and no longer looking like a dry sponge cake.He looked at Ella with a big smile.Ella took her seat next to him.James turned to look at her directly. He stuck out his hand , " I think we got off on the wrong foot. Hi. My name is James Wallas."Ella looked at his fingers, his nails were no longer long and dirty. They were nearly trimmed and clean. It was almost as if he had had a manicure.Ella shook his hand," pleasure to meet you James Wallas. I am Ella Woods."James smiled widely."Erm erm." Mr Theo cleared his throat and Ella let go of James hand. " If your two are done , we can all leave to the auditorium. The winner of the journalist scholarship is going to be announced."