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Ely and Ty have been friends all their lives, but after one day they are split and put on different lives completely. When they meet will they remember what has happened and forgive or will it all end badly? Shall they see past their one big difference or will that make or break them? Shall they ever forgive each other...

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2. Ely?

That was ten years ago. I was a sullen and angry teenager who had been forced to move from my parents by social workers. I would say that but when they discovered about my father being a shifter, they had me guarded with guns and separated from the other kids. They were scared that I would hurt them. I hadn't seen my family in five years. I had moved from the house a few months ago. I desperately wanted my independence so after a lot of convincing they allowed me too. I lay there in my bed, anticipating what college would bring me tomorrow...

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I woke with a splitting headache and felt queasy. I shook myself and got dressed. I went in to the kitchen and grabbed a slice of bread a stuffed it in my mouth. The dry, oft bread turned to mush and I forced myself to swallow. I grabbed a glass of milk and fell in to the couch, the TV was blaring but I didn't care. I forced myself to say awake and my body grumbled from it. Soon enough the time had caught up with me and I had to go. I grabbed my keys and started the car. 

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I clipped my way to the front desk and received my time table and a map then started saunter down the corridor down to the dining hall because I had a free period. I paid for a coffee when it finally sunk in. With no word from my parents, I was unable to contact them. With no friends in this world, I could not make life bearable any more. I sipped on the steaming liquid and put my iPod on to shuffle. I didn't care what was playing, I was just enjoying the freedom to be able to do what I wanted, but even that cowered away from me because I knew what had happened in my wreck of a life. My child hood sweet heart torn away from me because I was born a monster, brought to a care home because of my parents, failing school after school because people mocked me for who I am. I heard a laugh from over the other side of the room and my head lifted up slowly. They whispered and pointed at me, my anger flared. When one of their deep rumbles erupted I lost it, I tipped the table over and ran over to them. I grabbed on of them by the collar and lifted him off the ground. He thrashed around like a trapped animal so I threw him to the ground, I looked to his group and stood hard and proud. I left quickly and grabbed my back and practically ran don to them library. I was soothed here by the texts that the mind had wrote, but I broke down and sobbed. I let out everything because it was the first time in years that I had cried, the face of Ty came to me and made me cry any louder. I curled up in the corner and wept.

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My pen scrawled in the book as my mind was flooded for ideas. The page was filled with plans for my reality essay: Care homes, what they are really; Sports, how fair are they?. I put down my pen and grabbed my pencil as I drew a pair of eyes for the sports and then circled the care home idea. I knew I had more experience in it so it was probably the easiest. I organised my stuff back in my bag and then handed my book in to my English teacher. I left the room and went back to the dinner hall. I took one look around and saw the table with those idiots full and loud. I scanned the faces, black hair black eyes, black shaggy and ice blue eyes. The one who I had thrown this morning had scratches all over his face and a black eye. I straightened up and walked past their table to the counter when I stopped abruptly. One set of eyes stood out, a memory that I hated was mixed in with the green of them. His hair shaggy but still the darkest ebony that I had loved. I shook my head and got my food. I stood on the opposite side of the table I could tell they were waiting for me to start it over again, when one stood I got ready. I ate slower and tensed. When I heard their footsteps stop my hand slowly reached out and I shoved them to the floor. I felt as the room tensed, may as well keep going I stood and walked over to him. I placed my foot on his chest and pressed hard, causing him to gasp. I looked to his face and his eyes met mine. I released my foot and walked away.

"Ely?"

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