A silent Plea (open)

[Ella Cruz]

Ella sat in her room staring out the window , the beautiful lawns sprawled before her were breathtaking yet she couldn’t see them her eyes were blurred by a stream of tears that fell down her cheeks. In one word Ella was lonely make it two she was lonely and sad. Looking down at the sidekick on her lap she stared at it willing it to ring, yes she had made friends but she really just wanted to hear the voice of her mother. It had officially been her third week at the school and her parents hadn’t bothered to call to see if she was ok or if she had settled in nicely. Picking it up she called her mother and waited for her to pick up ….she was greeted by:

“You’ve reached Ms. Cruz’s line she is not available at the moment please leave a message and she’ll respond accordingly”


That voice belonged to her mothers assistant, a few days earlier it seemed her mother had canceled her phone number and replaced it with a new one.. Ella wasn’t aware of that nor did she have the new number. “Unbelievable Fuck!” Standing up Ella stormed over to her laptop and checked for a new email the only new ones seemed to be from friends none from family. Walking to her closet she pulled on a tank top, and short shorts. Turning up her radio she played a mix CD that consisted of a hip-hop ballet remix song before long she was dancing her pain away. Still crying at that point Ella didn’t care, her hair had long ago fallen off the bun she had put it in and her moves had become eerily beautiful as if she was in a trance like state she wasn’t even aware that anyone had opened the door to her room.

[Cassandra Graham]

Cassandra walked up to her dorm room after a day of unsuccessful shopping, a light frown gracing her face. It was the second time in not so long that she’d been faced with a lack of interest in buying stuff, and it was starting to annoy her greatly. It was as though something was wrong with her, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It wasn’t lack of sleep, that was for sure. She usually got bored enough around 10 or 11 and then she tended to get into bed and fall asleep quickly, not really caring if it restricted her roommate from making a loud of noise. Besides, Cass was a heavy sleeper – she hadn’t mentioned that fact, but she still was. Still, there must be something wrong with her – she wasn’t necessarily a crazy shopper, but she loved spending money and always at least bought for a hundred dollars minimum whenever she went out for shopping. Today, she’d merely bought a pretty A line skirt that’d cost about fifty bucks. She was definitely not up to her usual standarts.

Shrugging the feeling off, she pushed open the door to her room, peeking inside to see her roommate dancing around. She thought she caught a glimpse of tears on her cheeks, but didn’t make any comment or ask any questions. Not because she was delicate or anything and didn’t want to hurt Ella’s feelings. In all honesty, she couldn’t care less. But she really didn’t want to get into a deep conversation with the girl as to why exactly she was crying and what had hurt her feelings and all that stuff. Life’s a bitch, then you die. In Cass’ mind, there wasn’t much else to do but suck it up, and she didn’t like talking to other people about the way they felt, or the way she felt. She wasn’t interested, and it wasn’t any of their business. Silently, she made her way to her side of the room, hoping that Ella would decide to just ignore her presence and keep on dancing as she took out the skirt and folded it before placing it in her drawer. Really, silence would be great right now. That’d make her day so much easier.

¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯