eleanor rose brooks

we sat around the table laughing at old stories our moms were telling. my moms old friend and her daughter, maddie, were over to catch up. "i can't believe you two are going to school with each other! it unbelievable, like history repeating itself." maddie's mom said. maddie and i smiled at each other. at least i would have at least one friend starting off a new school year at a new school, even though we've met like two times. unfortunately maddie and i won't have classes together. our schedules are completely different, but at least there's lunch. "girls, why don't you go hang out in eleanor's room?" my mother suggested. the both of us nodded. maddie's hair was pulled tightly up into a bun, she was at ballet practice before this. something that i dreamed of doing. my uniform was laid out on my bed ready for tomorrow. the light blue polo, the navy blue blazer with the school's crest on it, everything. i'm surprised i don't have a matching headband to go with it. "ugh. school." she laughed. i hung it on the top knob of my dresser. we both plopped down on my bed. "your room looks really good for just moving in." she said looking around. as she saw the wall of pictures, she got up to look at them. "where's finn?" she asked. i forgot that she would know about that. i rolled my eyes. "ugh. don't even mention him." i said laying back. she walked back and sat on my bed. her legs criss-crossed and facing me. "well are there any new boys you've seen. i mean, if the rumors are true, you and him aren't that much of a couple anymore." she said with sorry. i didn't even know there were rumors if were being honest. "um." i giggled. "spill!" she joked. "well i saw this one boy at the park yesterday. brown hair and hazel eyes. the most gorgeous smile. ever." i said smiling. "i used to like a boy who looked like that, the brown hair and hazel eyes. he didn't like me back though. but tell me more." she said. "i fell into his arms, and he caught me. it's weird though, a stranger that i'll never see again feels more like home than a boy i've been with for a year." i told her, spilling my guts out. "it happens, you can get sick of his life. the famous life. camera's following you everywhere." she said. "tell me about it, i'm pretty sure there's paparazzi photos of every time i've hung out with finn." i said rolling my eyes. i didn't mind his fans though, it was always nice to meet them. but you know, sometimes you need, well, a nobody. not that i'm calling noah a nobody, it's just that nobody knows him, nobody would follow us with cameras if we were to ever meet again. it gets tiring you know? all the comments about your outfit, the way you look. will i ever see him again?