WHITE PIGS

by Amber Krieger

Leaving where she grew up is heart breaking. Where people all around have loved her throughout her childhood, Ellen thinks she knows how to show love.  She would always even hug every single person who she meets. Plus, her family owns a grand hotel and every staff member or crew adore her that much because not only she is the youngest granddaughter, because she was a surprise darling little princess of the fine land. Every party she had was enchanted and everything she wanted was given. She wasn’t that of a spoil brat, since she was disciplined by her mother twenty four hours a day.

Every single afternoon she had freedom but listens to stories of the old days and at her sight; the view of the wide open area full of flowers and people, hearing the noise of the land mower shaving the tips off of the grass sprouting from there where the grasses began again to grow and rebirth or maybe, compete for revenge –But come to think of it, how about the new days..? She thought.

As she remises her thoughts of not going to Manila where she will continue her studies, she remembers the conversations she heard clearly from her mistaken friends;

“Are you truly friends with Ellen?”

“No! Of course not! I was just forced to like to be friends with her, she’s pathetic!”

“GREAT let’s be best friends! I don’t like her anyway too”.

Ellen clearly heard what she thinks it to be. She kept that torn up heart all by herself and grew with it even without knowing by her parents, the couple did tried their best to cheer their little princess up every single moment they have the chance to but she would not still open her mouth up and tell her parents how she feels. She would even try to put on make-up to put a smile and let her parents believe that she is okay and fine.

Meanwhile, the fresh breeze of the mountains through the car window and the scent of pollution by the delivery trucks across were everlasting. Ellen couldn’t even help herself looking at the plastic bags rolling towards the road. Just like my mistaken friends, playing dolls with me, I should have known it! She thought of it deeply.

                The next week, Ellen visited her to be school and had taken an entrance exam. Coincidently she is not the only one taking the entrance exam, there’s Dylan Oyster and surprisingly she felt comfortable talking with him, but afraid if he will also treat her as a doll.

 Fortunately, they’d been good friends for the past two months of the school year. Ellen and Dylan were actually seatmates specifically for the first and second quarter; they would chat and help each other with homeworks and projects like brother and sister within the class. One time the teacher asks if everyone had brought a plastic envelope…

“Dylan, don’t you have?” Ellen asked.

Dylan replied whispering “Yeah, pretty much...”

“Good thing I brought extra, here... I know you, don’t worry”

For instance, she even thought of buying an extra clear envelope because she knows Dylan’s a kind of a sloth. But little did she know she had feelings for him and remembers the feeling of rejection she had from her past friends.  She did continue being as nice as she can towards Dylan, although she already have spoken to her friends that she likes Dylan but then she was teased immediately causing Dylan and Ellen to separate ways.

                After three years, Ellen finally opened up something towards her mother but not directly. Mrs. Mocha called Ellen, “Honey, dear? Would you come to my room?” Ellen wondered if it was an emergency or she would like her to help scrub her back again. She thinks over if she did something wrong or the school called her phone and reported regarding my recent counseling. She saw her sat on a corner of the bed, tapping the space next to her, asking Ellen to sit beside her.

“Honey, I have problem, would you help me?” she said.

I replied, “Yeah sure I think I could help… What’s the problem?”

She went on that her students would not notice her as their adviser and treat her as one and is mocked by the students and it is very hard to handle those kinds of students, have you heard they are the biggest in number among the other sections.  Stated also, that she did her very best like no one has ever was, she reached out to the students tried to be close with them and interact but she couldn’t find their sympathy anywhere and most of them even wants to exchange her to another teacher. “I couldn’t just understand your students why are they doing that, they know my mom is new and all. Plus, I think they didn’t treat their previous teachers when they were new, there is something fishy!” I replied.

“I give up, I feel like me and my students don’t have that connection at all”. Mrs. Mocha sighed.

Ellen murmured, “Yeah, I kind of relate to that part, my efforts being wasted…”

Through that Ellen went through and explained she like this sort of a guy and had a chunk of crush on him but wanted really to be just simply friends  and don’t know how to get rid of him out of the white board drawn in permanent marker, accidentally. She would eventually tried to have a crush on a certain guy that would be believable that she really has a crush on that dude, in that so everyone will be believing that she had move on. She did that twice but didn’t work out well. She has still feelings for Dylan that up to the point she wanted to be put into suicide, not really.

Ellen’s mother explained dearly and calmly in front of her; “I understand you honey, even though that is a completely different situation, I must say, you are still young and that is only a puppy love deep inside you. Remember as you kids call it, there are other fishes in the sea!  There are other guys, maybe more attractive than him and cares for you too. You will have to wait for the right guy to come at you and remember to think twice and get to know him better. Plus, don’t forget to have a decent job first before accepting his pearl. Don’t be like me and learn from my mistakes”.