Green snake under the green grass

Eleanor was very upset, and the reason why could be summed up succinctly in one simple word, or name rather - Oliver. Oliver, her supposed loving and caring boyfriend was making her feel this way.

It had happened all of a sudden, as things were wont to do when it came to Oliver.

She had definitely noticed that he had been acting a bit weird for the past few days and decided to try to find out what was wrong.

She had decided that she would convince Oliver to take her out on a date and do something nice for him. Maybe then, he would open up. That day, she had worn something nice – a pair of blue jeans that Oliver said once that he liked her ass in, and a nice frilly top. She even wore the necklace that he had gifted her on her last birthday.

That morning when she spotted him walking in the hallway, she then grabbed his arm and greeted him, leaning into his face for a kiss. But he had

turned away from her. Even worse, he had made excuses for his behavior that did not make any sense to her. For Eleanor, things just did not make sense when it came to Oliver; they seldom did, and she tried to be okay with it. But

it just wasn’t working out sometimes. In fact, it seldom did, when it came to Oliver.

Things seemed to go from bad to worse. First, Oliver took a seat further away from her and Taylor, and closer to the front row. His excuse?

That he needed to be close to the damn board! It was all too frustrating for her, and she had turned to look at Taylor, wondering if he could tell her what was going on with his best friend, but alas, he had no idea either. He had shrugged

at her, shaking his head.

Even at lunch break, things were the same. Oliver had given an excuse of wanting to finish up an extra credit work – what the hell was that, anyway? – and had been absent throughout lunch break.

It had frustrated her to no end, and the now-upset teenager resolved firmly that she would have to talk to her boyfriend, whether he liked it or not.

Now, it was just after class, and Eleanor watched with a gaping mouth as Oliver practically high-tailed it out of the class, not even giving her a chance to speak.

It was humiliating, to say the least. She had to be comforted by Taylor, who had also been left in the dust as well. He had given her a tight, warm hug, which had given her shivers even a day later, just thinking about it.

It had been awful that night, going home and trying to call Oliver – who was being a very horrible boyfriend right then – but, surprise surprise, he did not even answer the damn phone.

She gave a small yell and launched her phone to a spot on the carpeted floor of her room. The phone hit the spot and bounced off, landing near the trash can.

“Why?!” Eleanor practically screamed at the empty air, hoping that somehow, someone would explain to her what exactly she had done wrong to deserve this kind of treatment from Oliver overnight.

It’s not like this thing he was going through had warning signs. Nope, they did not. Instead, what had happened was sudden and without any reason as to why.

She was exhausted, and fell back on her bed, looking at her ceiling that had lively designs on it, before she heard her phone chime with a new notification.

Eleanor got up from the bed, moving to pick up her phone. Once she opened up the message her eyes widened in shock and a bit of glee.

The school’s confession app, which was made by a few students, was now fully adding the newest update. She opened the link to d******d it.

Eleanor did not like to admit it, but she was truly a bit of gossip in so many ways. That was why she liked to linger on the app, just reading confessions upon confessions, and guessing who had made what. However, those confessions only stayed up for 24 hours, which many people complained about. Now, however, she was glad to see that the option to create a fully anonymous account for your confessions was now active!

With the upgrade installed, Eleanor now opened the app, going through the guide to see what was what and what was new.

She decided, on a whim, to open the account. It would be a wonderful way to vent out her frustrations, after all.

Her thoughts drifted to Oliver, and she pursed her lips, nodding to herself. Yes, she would definitely benefit from it.

It was very easy to open her account, and she was done in 2 minutes, tops. Eleanor found herself overcome with the urge to post something on the public group. Thank God, her profile was anonymous, so no one could actually track her that easily.

"Hello. So there’s this weird kid in my class who acts all strange and all, freaking out about the weirdest things. So embarrassing. Last time the weirdo freaked out about a drawing. A simple drawing!! WHO DOES THAT? I mean, haha, you can’t even be a popular kid, despite the obvious boon you have. Nope. Instead, you’re the class number one weirdo. Congratulations, weirdo. Lol

I hope you are happy about the people you left behind.

Okay, rant over, she thought. Her mouse stopped right as the cursor hovered on the Post button on the screen.

She bit her lip, then with a shake of her head, clicked the button.

It’s not like anyone would know who she was talking about, right?

With her rant posted on the public platform now, she dropped her phone on the bed, and, hearing her mother call her to come down for dinner, proceeded to do just that.