chapter 6

                                    

                                          


                          
Telling Elvis everything makes me feel free at last. He is not at all with it but he will come around. Elvis always does when it comes to me. That's why he's my best friend.
                          
We have finally arrived at my house and my mom is outside. This should be interesting; "Hey mom, I'm alive can you believe it," she's pretending to be watering her plants. 
                          
No one in this world waters their plants at this hour. " Hi Mrs.James, I made sure she was safe," way to go Elvis. My mom knows something happened, 1...2...3...
                          
"Are you going to tell me," Ugh! Here comes the same old lecture;
                          
 "Sweety you are a very beautiful and innocent girl. People and especially guys can take advantage of that. Your dad and I are so happy you are not like everybody else. Most girls your age are pregnant or worst already married. They have no high school diploma nor a college degree. I just want to know if you are safe," Wow! Where is this coming from?
                          
"Mom, I'm a social reject practically invisible to everyone. Elvis and David are the only ones that talk to me. I don't like alcohol and I'm saving myself for marriage okay," This outta do it.
                          
"So how was the party," She's not going to let it go. What is up with this woman and why am I not like her. She has such natural wavy brown hair and pale skin. Her face is so perfect like structure and everything. Like, look at me. 
                          
I'm short with short brown hair that has split ends. My face is so round I look like a brat doll. I have hairs all over my body and face.  Why couldn't I at least have something of her? At least, have her body but not even that.
                          
"Goodnight mom," She is finally getting up to the door. I'm laying back down thinking about how crazy tonight went. How Eiza is cheating on David and how I have to tell him.
                          
My phone is ringing it's already morning. I fell asleep in my clothes well except for the shirt. What time is it! "Wake up sleepyhead," If my mom is still here it must be early.
                          
Wait, my phone it's probably  Elvis. Oh my God! it's David! He wants to hang out at the park with us. What if Elvis doesn't know but what if he texted him. I need to make sure. 
                          
Ten minutes later, I receive a message from Elvis. David didn't message him. This could be my moment to tell him how I feel.
                          
Wish me luck!