The Story of Elle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the first of the stories I've written for this site, and I don't know exactly how it will be received. This is the story of Elle, in the voice of her best friend told through memories. I really liked this idea when I first thought of it, and didn't really know how it would turn out. It's also not very long, and I was thinking I might add more, but I didn't really feel like it, so this is it (for now). Hope you like it.

Submitted: July 04, 2008

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When she pushed against my back, I soared through the dark sky and as quick as I rose, I fell back toward her. She pushed again, and this time, I sprang out of the swing as soon as I got far enough up. I laughed when I hit the ground, and I got up, trying to control my laughter. Elle approached me and shook her head smiling. We walked toward the house in silence, and Elle pulled open the door. She stepped in, wipping her feet on the floor mat, and I followed. We walked through the house quietly and Elle pushed another door open. This door, I had been through enough times to identify every mark in the wood. We walked in, and I closed the door carefully. Elle flicked on the light and looked at me for a moment.

"I'm bored." She flung herself out on her bed and after a moment, looked up at me.

I was surprised, Elle always had a plan. She always knew what to do and when to do it. Even in times like these, she knew what we were going to do next. I never really knew why. I just went along with her plans.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, rolling over on her stomach and looking at me questioningly.

I never had to come up with anything to do before, so I just looked at her again. "Uh," I whispered, genuinely trying to muster up some sort of activity that could take place at midnight. "Why don't we just go to sleep?" I asked, actually surprised at how tired I was.

"That works," Elle nodded, and jumped off her bed and headed for her dresser. She picked up her pajamas and jogged to her bathroom. I had never seen anyone so enthusiastic to go to bed.

With Elle, problems like nothing to do never really came about. Swinging on the old swingset in her backyard was one of the things that we loved to do at night. In the summer, we usually had to wait until it was genuinely late so that it was dark enough. Night was Elle's favorite time of day, and I was the opposite. I just usually went along with everything, and for some reason, I thought something was wrong when she didn't come up with anything to do. But what I didn't realize about that night, is that that was when Elle started to grow up. Of course, usually you can't tell at first, but I could. I had spent enough time with Elle before that I knew something was wrong. Just by that tiny change. She was getting older. Elle wasn't a kid anymore. My best friend was growing out of not only her clothes and her taste, but me.


"Alicia?" Elle looked up at me wearily.

I looked into her soft golden eyes and truly had pitty for her. I squeezed her hand tighter and swallowed hard. "What?" I asked, affraid that she would have something to say that I didn't want to hear.

"I love you," she whispered and smiled weakly.

"I love you too," I said with relief. I rubbed her hand softly and she shut her eyes. I took this time to examine Elle's scraped and bruised body. Her arms had long, jagged lines across them, and her face was bruised. Even when she was asleep, she looked pained and hurt. He breath staggered in her chest, as if she was having trouble breathing. The broken ribs probably didn't help any. Even the leg brace that she wore made it hard for me to look. Pain that she had to endure was almost my own pain. For some reason, I thought this was my fault. How could I let this happen to my best friend? She was all I had, and she was hurt. How did I allow her to get herself hurt? How did I let her get into the car of a drunk driver? And worst of all, how did I overlook the fact that her boyfriend was the drunk driver? I didn't know that this was not the last time I would be visiting Elle in the hospital, and this was definately not the last time that I would feel pain for her.


"Happy birthday!" I yelled as I threw my arms around Elle. She pushed back for a second, and then welcomed my hug with more vigour than I had expected. "What's wrong?" I asked in shock. I knew there was something that wasn't right.

"Peter didn't remember it was my birthday," she said quietly as she looked down at the floor after I let go of her. Elle had said that she loved Peter, but clearly he didn't feel the same.

"He forgot your birthday?" I could hear the anger in my voice; the protection. "Are you kidding?" I asked, not even wanting an answer.

"It's fine. I mean, I'm not devistated." She tried to act uneffected, but I could see it in her face and hear it in her voice that it wasn't okay.

I shook my head and glared out into space. I knew Elle was lying. She looked at me for a moment, and could tell what I was thinking.

"No, Elle. No," she shook her head, knowing that now I wanted nothing more than the hurt the guy that had hurt her. I wasn't sure how I was going to do that, but I had an idea.

"Elle, are you seriously going to forget that he forgot your birthday?" I asked bluntly.

"No," she sighed. "I guess not."

"Good then." I nodded. "I care about you, Elle. Just remember that," I said smiling, and she laughed a little.

"I don't know how you do it," she muttered and smiled a little.


I sat and looked at Elle as carefully as I could. Tears ran down her face, carrying her mascara along with them. I quietly handed her a tissue, knowing that what she was about to tell me might me life altering. I really didn't want to think about the possibilities, so I picked at my fingernail. Elle's crying eventually turned into sniffles, and I looked up at her. I scooted over closer to her on the bed, and wrapped my arms around her. She burried her head into my shoulder and I rocked back and forth, not knowing the reason behind everything going on. Finally, she pulled her head up and looked me in the eye.

"I'm pregnant, " she whispered so quietly I could barely hear it. Of course, there was no mistaking what she had said. I looked at her with my mouth open in shock. I felt like I was going to cry. I couldn't imagine the feeling.

"Do your parents know?" my voice cracked when I spoke a few minutes later. She shook her head, and burried herself against me once more. I ran my hand through her hair, trying to quiet her down, since the crying had started once again.

"How am I going to do this, Alicia?" Elle spoke up after a while. "I mean, I barely know how I'm going to pay for college. How can I take care of a baby?"

I held my tongue for as long as I could, but couldn't help it. "Whose is it?" I asked hesitantly.

"Kyle's," she whispered. "No, he doesn't know either," she answered my next question without being asked.

"You need to tell him," I reluctantly said after another long silence.

She looked up at me and then closed her eyes. "I don't know how I'm going to do it, Alicia."

"I'm here, Elle," I assured her. "I'm here."

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