I don't remember going back to my room last night, but that's where Harry woke me up this morning. He must have carried me here last night.

"Hey, love, it's time to get up," Harry whispers in my ear.

I groan. "I don't want to." I roll over and bury my head in my pillow.

"I know, but you have to," Harry says and turns me over. "Come on," he says lightly tugging my hand, trying to get me out of bed.

"Ugh," I say. "I'm up. Now get out. I have to get dressed." I point to the door.

"Yes, ma'am," Harry says and puts his hands up, pretending to surrender. "I'll be downstairs."

Feeling lazy, I pull on some grey sweatpants and a large, white pullover. For my makeup, I just put on some concealer under my eyes and did my eyebrows. I went downstairs after. I don't know why I was so tired.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Harry says, ruffling my hair.

"Morning," I mumble and grab an apple from the kitchen and sit down. "Can I have some coffee?" I ask.

"I guess so," Harry says, suspicious. "You feeling okay, El?" He asks and starts brewing the coffee.

"Yeah. I'm just not a morning person," I say and run my hand through my hair. "I'll be fine after school."

"Alrighty then," Harry says placing the hot cup of coffee in front of me. He starts to rub my back as he sits down. "Let me get you something else to eat, love. That apple can't be enough," he says.

"Okay, but I'll have to eat it on the way to school because I have to leave in a minute," I say, lying that I would eat more food. I was always hungry, but I felt a lot better. A lot thinner, at least.

Harry nods and goes to look through the cabinet for something I could eat. "Here," Harry says, tossing me a protein bar. Ugh, these had so many calories, but I took it anyway.

"Thanks," I say. Harry nods as a 'you're welcome' and then the doorbell rings. "Bye, Dad. I'll see you after school," I say.

Harry comes over and hugs me. "Okay. I love you, El. Have a wonderful day," he says.

"I'll do my best," I say and leave with my friends.

"Hey, Ellie, you actually gonna be walking home with us today?" Ryan jokes.

"Haha," I say. "And yeah, I guess I can fit that in my schedule," I say, messing with him. He rolls his eyes and laughs.

We talk about nothing in particular as we walk to school. A few 'Dad stories' later and we were at the school.

"Well, I'll see you guys later," I say and they say there goodbyes. I walk over to my locker and, as usual, I see Kyle there.

"Hey, El. Good morning," he says, leaning on someone else's locker.

"Good morning," I say and open my locker. "How are you?" I ask.

"I'm well, and you?" He asks politely.

"I'm okay. Just tired," I say and yawn.

He smiles. "I can tell," he says.

We arrive in math class and sit down at our assigned seats. Our teacher hands out another packet, just like the first day, and begins to teach. I tried to pay attention, but it just made no sense, and I was exhausted for some reason.

"Miss Ellie; lets try to stay awake," the teacher said to me, interrupting my peaceful slumber. How rude.

I feel everyone's eyes look back at me. "Sorry?" I say, but it came out as more of a question. I hear Kyle chuckle at my response, so I kick his shoe under the desk.

"Don't let it happen again," the teacher scolds. I nod my head.

"Alright, Miss sleeping beauty. I'll see you later," Kyle says as class ends.

I roll my eyes at the nickname. "Yeah. Bye, Kyle," I say and give him a side hug before walking out of the classroom.

I arrive at Spanish and sit down at my assigned seat. I wasn't excited about this class at all, knowing I had no friends in it, and that there were some girls who would be rude to me.

The rest of the class piles in and the annoying girls, I guess I'll call them the mean girls, were the last one in. They sit down at the same table as me, which  used to be empty. "Hey, Ellie. I heard you were gonna try out for the play," one of them says in a snarky tone. "I'm Kimmy, by the way."

"Oh, yeah, I was thinking about it," I say quietly, my anxiety kicking in.

"Yeah? Well don't," Kimmy says. "I'm going to get the lead, not you. I know you've been messing around with Kyle to get the lead, but you're only a sophomore. I'm the senior. I'm going to get the part. And back off of Kyle; he was all over me before you came along," she adds and rolls her eyes at me.

"I'm not going to try out for the lead, just so you know. I don't even know if I'm going to try out," I say honestly, not wanting to start any drama.

"Yeah, right," Kimmy scoffs. "I'm going to make your life here hell for even thinking of trying out. And for taking Kyle away from me, you hear that, bitch?" She says, getting all up in my face. Not knowing what to say, I simply nod my head and pretend to work on the warm up paper in front of me. The two other girls chuckle at me and the three of them begin their own conversation.

After the warm up, our teacher, Mr. Fuentes, hands out another paper. "Ok, class, when you finish this paper turn it in to the bin," he says, pointing to an empty bin at the front of the class.

I begin to work on my paper while the other girls are still talking. "Hey, El. Did you finish the paper?" Kimmy asks after about half an hour. I nod my head in response.

"Well that's fantastic!" She says and knocks her fruit smoothie onto her empty paper.

She gasps. "Really? Ellie, why would you do that?" She screeches. "I paid for the smoothie, and you ruined all my work."

Me. Fuentes walks over to our table, concerned. "What's going on, ladies?" He asks.

"Ellie just totally flipped out at me for trying out for the school musical and knocked my smoothie onto all my work," she screams.

"Okay, Ellie, is this true?" Mr. Fuentes turns to me and asks.

I try to get out words, but I'm to flustered to say anything except random stutters. I hate my anxiety.

"Ellie, I'm going to have to give you a detention unless you can tell me if something else happened. I'm going to ask you again, did you spill Kimmy's smoothie?" He asks.

Still unable to say anything, I just sit there. "Okay, then. I'll write you a pass and you have to get it signed by your parents for your after school detention tomorrow," he says and walks to his desk.

"Aw. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Kimmy asks and her group of friends laugh. I look at her and then look back down, trying not to show the tears welling up in my eyes. "Aw, you guys, she's crying," she says and pouts. I take a deep breath and zone out the rest of class.

Mr. Fuentes slides the paper on my desk right before the bell rang. "I'll see you tomorrow," he says. I grab the paper and leave the classroom.