The Summer I Changed

When Ellisia is told she is too fat, ugly, spotty, stupid and childish throught he school life and on the last day of year 11, she decides to use the summer to change herself in to the best person she possibly can, knowing that in September she will be done with that school and starting a fresh. She finds herself becoming happire and happier, but will the boy she has imagined ruin what could be the perfect summer?


7. Eternity

We both stared at each other for what seemed like eternity, saying nothing. Nobody said anything, Mrs Leighton slowly left us, and we both sat very still.

'Um, hello,' he said finally, and I couldn't be more thankful that he started the conversation. I smiled shly and said hello in return. I didn't know what to say, but he was perfect. He couldn't make more perfect conversation, I couldn't stop talking, I was even annoying myself, but he smiled and nodded, and spoke after I had finished, saying I was one of the most intresting girls he had ever met. Mrs Leighton walked in with a tray of tea, and looked at us both.

'I knew you two would get on as soon as I met you Elissia, this is Arthur, my grandson, if he told you.' she said happily, 'Oh yes,' I said, smiling at him, 'he told me.' We sat and talked all afternoon, and when it was time for me to leave, I couldn't face it. 'I don't want to leave,' I told him quietly as Mrs Leighton re-entered the room after fliting in and out all afternoon. 'Don't worry,' he smiled at me, 'I will walk you back to your house, if thats okay with you?' he asked around the room, 'Fine with me' Mrs Leighton said, looking extremely smug. 'Me too' I smiled.

Walking with him took a less time than I desired, but it was perfect. As we walked back, the sun shone happily, and there was a slight breeze. As we got closer towards my house he held out his hand gently and held my own, our fingers interlocking. He looked over nervously, as though he was worried I would reject him, but I smiled back, and we continued walking. We came to my door, and we stood hand in hand like in all the romantic films. 'Would you like to come in at all?' I said, so nervous I thought that my stomach had dropped and was sitting in the tips of my toes. 'I would love too, but I promised my Grandma I would get back soon,' and with that he leaned in slowly and kissed me, his lips were soft on mine. I ran my hand through his hair, and his hand was gently touching my neck, our other two hands still tightly locked together.

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