You are the circle, I am the square.
She walks towards her usual spot in the brightly lit, windowless, grey classroom and drops her fake Balenciaga bag on the paint smattered desk in the center of the last row where she always sits. This semester’s intake is small yet her class is already easily the most troublesome, but that’s a story for another day. Eloise’s mind is already elsewhere even though the lecturer has walked into class and is engaging students in a lively discussion. She pulls her messily mounted illustration assignment out of its plastic carry case, trying at a last minute attempt to salvage her piece by re-mounting her work. “Hey guys,” Eloise says, without looking up at her new friends. “Guys?”
Strangely, they have picked up their bags and moved across the ‘L’ shaped table to where Azalea is, on the other side - Monique leading the way. Her eyes narrow and her thoughts are curious but she refuses to acknowledge the fact that they have left her to sit alone. Eloise never expected this of Luella and Chelsea, but Monique had always been a friendly foe. Even long before college. “What now,” she mutters, but this is the least of her problems.
The dull ache in her side is long gone, but she still fears the slightest idea of it even resurfacing. Eloise doesn’t want another visit to the hospital, like early this morning after she stumbled into her bedroom and crashed onto the bed, waking Marten with her groans. It didn’t take very long for the boy to call for help and rush her to the hospital, but only after she dictated his moves from thereon. Her lips pull into a half-smirk half-grimace when Gerald calls for her, breaking her train of thought. “Babe,” he squeals. “I didn’t see you come in. Where have you been?”
Eloise peers up from under her unkempt hair and smoothes her new black dress. She decides that the best thing to say was the most concise answer. “I overslept,” Eloise smirks, and re-arranges her development work for the class before getting on her knees and crawling under the table (because she’s too lazy to walk around it) to get to her seat. “What did I miss this morning?”
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Basically I had an incident a couple of nights ago where I was rushed to the emergency room of a hospital by a friend of Marten’s because I couldn’t get an ambulance because it wasn’t a life-or-death situation. In the end, the doctors still could not figure out what the odd pain in my side actually was. I’m sure it’s much more than a sore because it comes and goes, and it’s still here. My painkillers can barely hinder it. I’ve a doctor’s appointment on Monday (yay), and I hope I’ll find some answers soon.