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The autumn settled in with ease that October. The warm collection of yellows, oranges, golds, and reds slowly consumed the once green foliage. Ellie absolutely loved this. Every time she got a chance to go outside, she would kick up the dry, fallen leaves, slowly piling them up into a gigantic mound! She would turn around swiftly, and fall back into them. From there, she would simple stare up to the clean blue sky and simply relish in the wonderous senses of fall. The texture of the leaves beneath her light body, and against the skin of her soft cheeks and hands. The musk which hung lightly in the crisp air. It was safe to say it was Ellie's favourite season. The weather was never too warm, nor was it too cold; there were many sunny days, and few rainy days. Most of all, school was back in the full swing of things!
She loved summer vacation like any other student, but she typically spent most of them visiting museums and galleries in Europe. This summer she had gone to France. It was here where she flourished---a bit. She had made a friend! A real friend! A gorgeous friend. Named Astrid! But of course, when she came to school and told the class about her new friend, they all laughed and ridiculed her. One person started the torment with, 'she probably made it up. AGAIN.'
As fortunate as Ellie Lovelock was, she had one problem: no one liked her. No one at all. Actually---that is a lie. Ellie got along with most children, and adults, but no one her age liked her. During such developmental stages of life, how could one go through it as a social out cast? Ellie had terrible when it came to interacting with people her age. To girls, she came off as nerdy and idiotic with her lack of style, and knowledge of this alleged "pop culture". It stumped her a great deal as she memorized all the facts on the category from Trivial Pursuit. And boys... oh god... No. Just no! She could hardly be in a five foot radius from one, let alone TALK to one! She became a bumbling idiot if she were to be pressed for conversation. But, despite being picked on, Ellie was a happy go-lucky sort of girl. Why? Because her lack of friends, she had lots of time to work and obtain goals.
Miss Lovelock was fluent in five languages, played three musical instruments, and trained in several styles of dance. Other than that she was an art enthusiast, a lover of literature, singer, playwright, horse back rider, tennis champion, toast master, yoga-goer, held a GPA of 4.0, chef, and in her spare time she helped out at animal shelters and soup kitchens; her mother always said it helped to keep one humble. All of this was acquired over <16 or 17 can't quite remember what we agreed on> years. She came from a very well to do family, who could not help but fund her and every single one of her endeavours. Being the only girl, and the middle child, was irrelevant. Her parents loved her dearly, as did her old and younger brother.
One thing they did not approve of was her recent interest. Afterschool, Ellie would sit in the foodcourt of just any mall, and would simply observe the teens. These 'hooligans' intrigued her... Especially the girls. Women were always depicted to her as being the gentler sex, but these females... they were as wild and feral as lions!
But... how she longed to be accepted by her age group.
That is when she came up with the most brilliant idea! Through her observations, she would find someone, anyone, who was so smooth that he or she was able to go from any social group and be accepted. That person would be her tutor! SHE WILL BECOME P-P-POPULAAAAR! (Or at least she hoped.)
It was now, in October, that she discovered such a gregarious creature. He was a force to be praised, and feared. Much like the Greek God Apollo. Every day for two weeks, Ellie left him his favourite cookies on his desk in English class. But today, she did it. She left a note; "Would you like a tin? If so, please meet me at the big maple tree by the parking today during lunch."
During lunch, Ellie stood at the tree. Her wild blonde curls were styled half-up half down, meaning a portion from the front, excluding her bangs, were brought back into a little pony tail. While the rest was left loose. It was a brilliant in colour, just as gold as sunshine on a warm spring day. She wore the school's uniform of charcoal blazer, white blouse, black tie, and light grey pleated skirt. Her navy socks pulled up to her knees. Ellie leaned back, holding onto a metal container filled with her home baking. She let a little sigh out, where was he? The breeze picked up, ruffling her skirt. Blushing at the sensation, one of her hands jumped down to tug her skirt down. These hemlines were just so damn short!
She loved summer vacation like any other student, but she typically spent most of them visiting museums and galleries in Europe. This summer she had gone to France. It was here where she flourished---a bit. She had made a friend! A real friend! A gorgeous friend. Named Astrid! But of course, when she came to school and told the class about her new friend, they all laughed and ridiculed her. One person started the torment with, 'she probably made it up. AGAIN.'
As fortunate as Ellie Lovelock was, she had one problem: no one liked her. No one at all. Actually---that is a lie. Ellie got along with most children, and adults, but no one her age liked her. During such developmental stages of life, how could one go through it as a social out cast? Ellie had terrible when it came to interacting with people her age. To girls, she came off as nerdy and idiotic with her lack of style, and knowledge of this alleged "pop culture". It stumped her a great deal as she memorized all the facts on the category from Trivial Pursuit. And boys... oh god... No. Just no! She could hardly be in a five foot radius from one, let alone TALK to one! She became a bumbling idiot if she were to be pressed for conversation. But, despite being picked on, Ellie was a happy go-lucky sort of girl. Why? Because her lack of friends, she had lots of time to work and obtain goals.
Miss Lovelock was fluent in five languages, played three musical instruments, and trained in several styles of dance. Other than that she was an art enthusiast, a lover of literature, singer, playwright, horse back rider, tennis champion, toast master, yoga-goer, held a GPA of 4.0, chef, and in her spare time she helped out at animal shelters and soup kitchens; her mother always said it helped to keep one humble. All of this was acquired over <16 or 17 can't quite remember what we agreed on> years. She came from a very well to do family, who could not help but fund her and every single one of her endeavours. Being the only girl, and the middle child, was irrelevant. Her parents loved her dearly, as did her old and younger brother.
One thing they did not approve of was her recent interest. Afterschool, Ellie would sit in the foodcourt of just any mall, and would simply observe the teens. These 'hooligans' intrigued her... Especially the girls. Women were always depicted to her as being the gentler sex, but these females... they were as wild and feral as lions!
But... how she longed to be accepted by her age group.
That is when she came up with the most brilliant idea! Through her observations, she would find someone, anyone, who was so smooth that he or she was able to go from any social group and be accepted. That person would be her tutor! SHE WILL BECOME P-P-POPULAAAAR! (Or at least she hoped.)
It was now, in October, that she discovered such a gregarious creature. He was a force to be praised, and feared. Much like the Greek God Apollo. Every day for two weeks, Ellie left him his favourite cookies on his desk in English class. But today, she did it. She left a note; "Would you like a tin? If so, please meet me at the big maple tree by the parking today during lunch."
During lunch, Ellie stood at the tree. Her wild blonde curls were styled half-up half down, meaning a portion from the front, excluding her bangs, were brought back into a little pony tail. While the rest was left loose. It was a brilliant in colour, just as gold as sunshine on a warm spring day. She wore the school's uniform of charcoal blazer, white blouse, black tie, and light grey pleated skirt. Her navy socks pulled up to her knees. Ellie leaned back, holding onto a metal container filled with her home baking. She let a little sigh out, where was he? The breeze picked up, ruffling her skirt. Blushing at the sensation, one of her hands jumped down to tug her skirt down. These hemlines were just so damn short!