Chapitre 62: A day in the life of Nola, something you should never put yourself in. It’s as depressing as you think it is.
Once again, Heather is making me play soccer. I don't care for this sport. Why is she making me play this? I can barely kick the ball.
"Have you thought about working out?" she asks me.
"No. I don't like exercise."
"Well you should. In fact, you need to go on a diet too."
"I'm not fat."
"But you need to eat more. You're so thin. You need to eat healthy stuff."
"I already am."
"It may not be enough. You need to eat the right things. Maybe you should look that up. Maybe you can talk to a gym teacher, they can probably help. I'll ask them for you."
"Yeah, okay."
She comes up to me and pats me on the shoulder, "Cheer up, Nola. You've been depressed ever since you stopped hanging out with Elon."
"Elon was everything I have. Without him, I'm nothing."
"But that's the problem. You put everything you have into him. Now look what happened. This is what was going to happen when he moves out to college. You wouldn't be able to handle it."
I hate to say it but she was right. I'm now realizing that I depended on Elon for too long. I have to separate from him, don't I?
"It hurts so much. I keep day dreaming of him cuddling me again, walking on the park and laughing, playing games like we used to, ordering pizza, and just hanging out, giving him butt pats... oh wait, nevermind. Now I only ever see him after therapy and when I gotta go, but even our bathroom time, he'll distance himself from me and won't talk to me. I feel like he's already gone."
"Well, Nola, this is just you growing up. Consider it that."
"I don't want to grow up. I want us to be kids forever so he won't leave me."
"The choice isn't ours to make. We grow up and that's just it. By the way, have you confessed to him already?"
"No. I can't. That's the only thing left I have of him."
"But you can't get better if you bottle up these feelings."
"But if I get better, then he'll have no more reason to hang out with me."
"Which you have to get use to anyways. You can't go with him to college. You got to face the fact that he is not taking you along. He's not in love with you."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" I crouch down to the ground. "Why did you have to say that? That hurts my feels."
She crouches back down and rubs my back. "Nola, it's time you finally get this over with. Tell him everything. Tell him how you feel. These feelings of desire that you have are hurting you. You can't heal to become better and move on without doing this. Nola, from now on, I want you to think about telling Elon how you feel and then tell him. Do it in a week."
"A deadline?"
"I'm sorry but you need tough love now. You got to tell him in the end of the week."
"I won't. I refuse."
"Nola, you know you have to do it."
"MMMMhhmhhmhhmmmmmmm..."
Stupid Heather, why are you torturing me. I just want Elon to love me. Why is that so hard to ask?
Eventually we end practice and I go home. Mrs. Peeper welcomes me.
"Nola, how are you sweetheart?"
"I want Elon back."
"I'm sorry but Elon has betrayed womankind and is now suffering the consequences of his actions by dealing with a dragon. But hang in there, honey."
"Mrs. Peeper, people want me to confess my love to him."
"Oh, that sounds nice."
"But he's going to reject."
"Oh... yeah, he doesn't like you like that. Where did I go wrong with that boy? You are perfect for him and he forsakes you. I swear this boy doesn't want to get married, nobody else wants him. I even traded him for you, that's how bad this situation got."
"Please don't say mean things about Elon. I still love him. I still care for him. I won't have anyone say bad things about him."
"Awww, Nola, you're such a nice girl. How could the neighbor boy reject you like so? Now honey, just go to your room. I'll make you macaroni and cheese with bacon."
"Thank you, Mrs. Peeper. Your so nice. My mom isn't as nice as you are." I give her a big hug. Mrs. Peeper has been like a mom to me for so long. I also care for her.
I go to my room and lay on my bed. Everybody wants me to confess my feelings to him, and he's going to say no. But I have no choice, do I?
The next day comes. I use the toilet and Elon comes in, but he stopped listening to me. I can't talk to him anymore. He just comes in until the toilet flushes and leaves. He's like a stranger now. I missed the old Elon who we would have a nice chat while I went number 2. Where did the good times go?
Heather takes me to school and I just go and hide in my secret spot. Nobody comes here for some reason, which is fine, I don't want to talk to anyone. They don't like me anyways. All I can think about is Elon. That's all I do.
Classes start. I have math in the morning. It's okay, I guess, but I wish I didn't had to sit next to anyone. Why do I got to be surrounded by two people? I hate these sharing tables. Why can't we get individual desks like the other classes. So I just sit here, next to a boy and a girl, which is super uncomfortable being sandwiched between them.
The teacher speaks up, "For this next assignment, you will be working with a partner." Partner? I don't want a partner. Why can't I do it myself? Well, I'm not working with anyone. I take this opportunity to just sit in an empty desk, at least that's the only positive from this.
Everyone gets a partner and the teacher approaches me. "Mrs. Uro, please find a partner."
"I don't want to."
"Don't be difficult, Nola. Please find a partner."
"I can work by myself."
"Nola, please do as you are asked."
"mmmmmmm"
'Don't 'mmm' me."
"There's not enough students. We're oddly numbered. I'm the odd one."
"Some groups are in 3's in order to mitigate this, so please go to a pair and become the third partner."
"No, I'm fine. I'll be the only solo group."
"Nola, follow directions."
"No!"
"If you don't join a group, I'm giving you detention."
"Fine. I don't care. Nobody will bother me then."
At this point, a female student comes up to him. "She can join us."
"Thank you, Annie," he continues. "Nola, please join them."
"No. I'd rather have detention."
"Nola, please."
That Annie girl returns with her partner, "We'll join her."
"Thank you Annie. Nola, participate. No more being alone."
MMMMMmmmmmmm....
So these two people sit next to me. I don't like it. I don't want to talk to them.
"I've been meaning to talk to you," said Annie.
"Alice too. Alice wants to be Nola's friend," the other one said. Is she referring to somebody else?
"I don't... want to." I turn around and face away from them.
"Come on, Nola," said Annie. "Let's be friends."
"I don't want friends."
"Well, at least help us with the assignment."
"I can do it myself, I don't need help."
"Alice needs help." said the other girl. "Alice doesn't like math. Nola will help Alice."
"No, I don't want to. I don't think I like you. I might hate you, so leave me alone."
By this point the girls just look at me funny. Maybe they got the message and started working on their assignments. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but as long as they leave me alone, I don't care.
Eventually, class ends and I just get out of there. That girl, Annie, tries to talk to me, but I just run away from her. Just leave me alone!
I can't stand people. I hate crowds. I usually take the route with the least amount of people. I feel more comfortable alone, but I feel even more comfortable with Elon beside me.
mmm.... Elon, I want to hug you again. Why are you leaving me alone?
I go to my other classes. They have individual desks so I don't have to deal with the other students bothering me. I can just be alone in my sad little world.
After a few classes, its recess. I don't want people talking to me here either so I go to my secret spot. I sit in a nearby bench and just sit here alone. All I can do is go on my phone and look at the photos of Elon and me. I had so much fun back then. Can those times ever come back?
I got to the rest of my classes. One was history and I was suppose to write a report on something from around the world and why it was important. I chose the pyramids of Egypt but what does it matter? I have to stand in front of class and say my report. Why? Why do I got to do that? What purpose does it serve?
Everybody gets up and starts their reports. My last name sets me last, but time doesn't run out fast enough to skip me. I have to go up now. People are already laughing at me.
"Uhh.... uhh... the pyramids... of... Gisa..."
The teacher stops me. "I think you mean Giza," she says.
"Uhh... well... the pyramids were built around... uhh... 2600 bace."
"Bace?"
"I don't know... how to pronounce this word."
"I think you mean BCE or BC. Those are abbreviations."
"Uhh... bububbubu...uhh..." The other students are now laughing at me. Stupid teacher, why are you embarrassing me.
"Sit down, Mrs. Uro," she says and I do so.
The class goes on and eventually the bell rings. I head straight for the door but the teacher calls for me.
When the room is empty, she tells me, "Mrs. Uro, are you well?"
"What do you mean?"
"You do your work diligently, but you don't seem to want to participate in any group activity. Are you not a people person?"
"Yeah, that's it, so please don't make me go up to the front of the class again and can I please scoot my desk to the far corner so nobody can notice my existence?"
"Have you seen the school psychiatrist?"
"Yes. I see here every Monday after school."
"I see. Nola, I'm going to need you to participate with the other students. Teamwork is necessary. "
"I want to be an exception."
"Denied. Please, try to get along with the rest and participate more in class. You may go to lunch now."
Participate in class? Get alone with people? I don't want to. Why can't I just do my work in private? I get decent grades. Why is that not enough?
I go back to my super secret spot and sit back on the bench. I'm glad this place exists. Nobody comes here, not even the adults. Good. But I'm so lonely. Elon, please come back. I miss you.
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But you can't. You are going to leave me anyways. I have no choice. I got to tell him this week, don't I? I owe him that much. Please, Elon, be gentle with me.
Hmm? I see someone in the distance. Whose that? Some tall skinny guy is here too. Is it a teacher? No, it's a student. Wait... isn't that... the bad man that Elon warned me about?
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