Story.....another partOk well this is kinda an idea which turned into a bit of the story.
Helena is upset. She is extremely distraught. The front door bell rings throughout the silent house. It was valentine's day and she was at home alone.
Her best friend, whom she has known since pre-primary and lives just down the street, Andrew, walks to her house and is waiting for someone to answer the front door. Already upset and emotional because of previous events that had happened at school that day, she opened the door to see him. Without even giving him a chance she said 'I'm sorry' and shut the door. She ran to her bedroom upstairs and flung herself onto her bed. Her dark brown eyes rapidly filled with crystal-like teardrops. She just lay there. Head buried deep within her pillows for several minutes, till she realised what she had just done to her best friend. She immediately jumped off her bed and gracefully flew back downstairs and yanked open the front door with little hope of seeing him there.
Story Part 1...It was just a normal day in high school. The lunch bell rang as hundreds of eager students flew out of the classrooms. We went and sat at 'our' bench and everybody began to feast. She just sat there. It was odd. No food, no talking. She just sat. Perhaps she was in some sort of deep thought? The usual chatter had begun. Girls talking about boys, boys talking about girls, homework (which soon became a dead topic...for obvious reasons) and even the topic of sex was thrown in there? But she just sat. she almost looked as if she was frozen. She was still, and in a deep, fixed stare.
"Helena.....Helena!?" Andrew called in a desperate plea to make her talk.
"Mmmmhmm?" she replied as she slowly rose from her sitting position. She walked off.
A few moments later, Andrew hurried after her. He grabbed her arm and spun her round so they were face to face.
"Helena, what's wrong? You don't seem to be yourself today?" he asked.
"Oh...oh never mind, it's nothing," she answered, and then continued wal