The Girl with the Elephant Sticker.

One for you, her voice was cheerful as she peeled a sticker off of her sticker book and handed it over to one of her many classmates waiting excitedly in line for a sticker. Thank you! the young girl replied and left with her friends, comparing the stickers they just received. When the line died down, the little girl looked down at her book of stickers that only had but one sticker. She sighed but smiled to herself. She then looked up and examined her classmates who all wore stickers on some part of their body, either their hands or forehead; they all had something to stick on themselves. That is, except for one. Curious why he didnt ask her for one, she skipped to the little boy playing with his truck all-alone. Do you want a sticker? she asked innocently. The boy ignored her and continued playing with his truck. Hey, I asked you if you want a sticker? she repeated, a little more stern. The little boy looked up, looking a bit irritated, I dont want your sticker. A bit hurt but rebounded and persisted, But everyone has one, here, she peeled her last sticker and offered it to him. He stared at the object in her hand and it was an elephant. He looked at her and then her classmates. I dont want an elephant sticker! he spat and slapped her hand and it fell to the floor. She gasped and picked up the sticker, Here! The sticky is almost gone because you dropped it. She wiped and blew whatever she could off of the sticky part and handed to him again. I dont want it, he huffed and walked away, leaving the little girl disappointed. But..its for you... --------<3--------I mustered all of my energy to stay awake in physics class but failed miserably. Mr. Marsil just droned on and on and on to no end. I swear, hes a robot who doesnt sleep and jus thinks of ways to torture his students with constant pop quizzes and tests. Not that Im complaining being that I had this man for a year already, I know his ways and am sporting a solid A, but man, hes just a machine. I closed my eyes for a second, or so I thought, because when I opened my eyes, he was already teaching a new concept I didnt quite catch. With wide eyes, I hurriedly wrote whatever he had

written, damn teacher slow down! In the back, I could hear some students talking and laughing, not caring for the lesson whatsoever, I just rolled my eyes and finished copying whats left of the lesson on the board. Amongst the crowd of students was Tristan Heart, my all-time crush, that was until I heard all the nasty rumors about his promiscuity, a quality that just destroyed whatever feelings I had for him. He did after all decline to take my elephant sticker. Heart! Mr. Marsils voice boomed throughout the class and everyone stopped what they were doing and stayed quiet. Apart from being a robot, Mr. Marsil was a very scary man. If you had a brain at all, you would want to get on his good list. As for Heart, he was on the other list, the list of the unfortunate students, no matter how intelligent Heart was. Yes, Mr. Marsil, he smirked, already prepared for the reprimand. Heart, can you please do the problem on the board? The whole class was silent, watching as Tristan who stood up from his desk with a knowing smile on his face. I just rolled my eyes and continued my homework. I was tired of him and his ways in class. The marker sounded on the board but I paid no attention. He knows what hes doing, although he may be talking to his friends, hes very perceptive and knows whats going on in class. Done. This, I looked up and wished for the hundredth time that this would be the time he would get it wrong. The teacher stood up and nodded his head, Very well. I see you were attentive. But next time, I will not tolerate you and your friends disrupting the class. Yes, Mr. Marsil, he repeated but he didnt heed to the teachers warnings. I sighed, irritated. This happened frequently, teachers would lecture him and he would give the same reply but completely ignore their warnings. The bell rang and everyone hurriedly left the class. I gingerly closed my notebook and textbook and placed them in my bag, putting the rest of my utensils also. Miss Trinity, congratulations on your acceptance. Im proud of you. I looked up, startled but smiled, Thank you Mr. Marsil. I wouldnt have gotten in without your letter of recommendation. It helped tremendously, I said and slipped my backpack onto my back. On the contrary, its your performance as a student that excels, not my words. Nevertheless, Im happy to have a student like yourself, students like you come once in a while and I am happy to have you, unlike students like Heart, bright student not so bright attitude, I laughed and he smiled and I returned the smile. Mr. Marsil isnt a robot after all.

Goodbye Mr. Marsil, have a nice day. And thank you again, I waved goodbye and left the classroom and to my locker. Once I reached it, I dialed in the combination to the lock, opened my bag, and placed the books I didnt need for homework. So, I hear you got in to Stanford. Bravo. I looked up to see Tristan leaning against the locker next to mine. Thanks, I suppose. I closed my locker and turned to him. Did you get into the schools you applied to? I asked, shifting my feet but looking into his eyes. He always made me nervous. After he hit puberty and grew some height and his voice got deeper and his features got manlier, it just made me like him more. That was before the rumors. He gave me a cheeky smile and tilted his head to the side, What do you think? I rolled my head, pompous bastard. Oh yes, I forgot, oh so great genius, I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. Another thing about him that I discovered and only added on to my dislike towards him was his pompous attitude and his intelligence. He is literally a genius. Tsk, tsk Ella, no need to be bitter. You asked and I just answered. I raised a brow, Oh really? A yes or no would have been a preferable answer instead of the oh I'm so smart you should know I got in. Honestly, were all tired of it I bit at him. He always got me riled up. Ella, Ella, Ella, he repeated my name, Dont you mean just you? And jealousy isnt pretty on that face of yours but you dont have to worry sweets, I still think youre beautiful. I forced myself not to slap him into oblivion. Can his head get any bigger and how many times have I heard that line on several other girls? I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh to calm my nerves and laughed. He gave a surprised look, What do you find so amusing? The sheer thought that I actually liked you. Who doesnt? he smirked, crossing him arms. I rolled my eyes, Past tense oh smart one. And Im glad I woke up from that spell. You may have others in your hand but I can see who you really are. And with that I walked past him, shoving him out of my way. --------<3------Ella, are you finished? We dont want the guests waiting? I heard my mom call. I breathed out and stared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a beautiful white dress that reached the floor. I loved the dress, hated the occasion as to why Im wearing it.

Ella, are you done? my mom called again. Yes mom! Im coming! I yelled and grabbed my heels and hurriedly put them on. Heels are gifts from the devil, I murmured under my breath as my dad walked me through the large doors into the ballroom. What was that sweetie? my dad asked under his breath. I feigned a smile and said, Thanks dad, this is the best birthday present, and when reached the middle of the room, I smiled out to the crowd of friends and family.