Eliza's POV
First day is meant to be end in afternoon. I am walking home with my cousin Liam. "How is new school?" Liam asked me on the way home. "2 out of 10" i answered. He know i am strange. I think he is used to it. "Why? Don't you like it" he asked. Speaking of Liam he always push me into mess.When his friends like me, he tries to make me like them. Okay i know that's what friends do but who am i? Am i adopted? or is he adopted?Doesn't cousin mean siblings too?Whatever let's come back to the story."Did i say that? It's just the first day" i speak less but means alot. I think that's why i like writing so i can express more. "Fine, did you see my friend with me in the morning " here he goes. "Yeah!what?" I asked soflty. "How is he?" He asked."What do you mean? " - me
"I mean how does he look? Is he handsome?"- Liam. Actually i don't know to judge peoples appearance. In my eyes, everything feel beautiful in a unique way. Everything around me is unique. Is he handsome? Idk. How do i know? I didn't see his face clearly because i didn't pay attention."I don't know." I replied him quickly. I wanted to ask why did he ask that? Why are we talking about him now? Is he handsome or not? I don't care. "He is James. And.... He has a.... Crush " he hesitated. "I didn't ask his name"i cut him off but he continued.".... on you.. " WTH? on me. What the hell is wrong with that guy? I shot Liam a death glare. According to Liam, these teenage love is just a joke but for me if i love someone, then i can't get over it. Such feelings meant a lot to me. I am not saying that loving someone is a bad thing. But it's a bad thing for me. I am scared of love. What if the person i love cheat on me? Hurt me? And throw me away? I can't handle a break up. Besides, how can i love even if i don't know what is love. Because i never got love from anyone.And if i face a break up then i don't know to love someone else like i loved my first love. It's all the chances. Actually i am not interested because of these reasons and i don't wanna drag anyone into my life's mess. For chances, i want my first love to be my last and forever which is mission impossible.As i am glaring at liam he ran. I chased him. He know me well... I stopped when i saw black Porsche 911.I love cars actually. I am interested in objects, machines, plants and books not too attached with human.y Then i chased after Liam again."Liam" i shouted so he stopped. He fears me even though he is older."Eliza... You don't have to love him back, okay? I won't force you this time. I promise "he shouted from 2 metres afar and slowly walked towards me while panting and extending his two hands to defend from me. Did i scared him that much?."Fine, then" i said raising my voice. I also said Liam about Claire too. He said Claire is a bit weird when he see me. Liam said Claire was lost in thought after seeing me. Maybe Claire feels a bit awkward. Whatever. We arrived home. Liam went to his home which is near mine. I am just in 9th. This is not a drama or tv shoe to marry your teenage love. It's life be practical. Let's see if my guesses are true or not.
I washed my feet and hands before entering home. I am the only one who is obsessed with organization and cleanliness in my home. Speaking of home, i have a 7 year old brother,Ethan and a 4 year old sister Anna. I love them but can't express. I love my family but won't express. That's how i am i loves and cares secretly. I entered the hall. I felt my parents eyes on me so i looked them. They smiled at me so i smiled back. Kinda weird, right? If they do something i am copying it. "Eliza.. How was the school?" Mom asked "Better than old school" i replied and went to my room. Guess what? Am i a mommy's barbie or daddy's little princess.. You guessed it wrong. Here, i am a machine to score grades and bring them pride which they never had. I put my bag down, took my bottle and went to kitchen for storing water in it. Returned to my room and went to shower. After shower i saw my pouch who have legs. It walked out of my bag. "Hey!mister honorable pouch.. Kindly explain why did you jump out of my bag?" Yes i am talking to my pouch. As i said i am attached to objects.I have to study now because my parents only care about grade. They will only show love to make me score grades. I won't blame them because it's not their fault to wish good future of their child. But what hurts me the most is they treated me differently when i was a kid than my siblings. They sings for them, plays with them, laughs with them, never sermon them, never beat them. I am happy that my siblings are having a happy childhood than me who had terrible one. When i did something wrong my dad used to beat me with a huge and thick stick. When i didn't score a perfect grade, they made a sit in my knees for a whole night. When i refused to eat, because i am sick, my mom made me eat a chilly. I don't feel anything,if some one hurt me physically because my skin is used to it. But what hurts is WORDS.