Eleanor Rudd. How could you possibly explain Eleanor Rudd. Since this is a book- you simply cannot. Her life is beyond complicated. It may seem easy to read but her life is simply twisted. She could not trust anybody. Nobody. Not a soul. But let's start off with Roosevelt High.
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Eleanor gasped humbly. How could she possibly get to their level. She watched the girls entwine their hair in their fingers and swing their heads whilst chewing fruit flavoured gum. While others strolled down the hallway with designer bags and shades that their lovers bought them. Eleanor sighed. If only she had somebody to lean on when she felt teary, if only she had somebody with a credit card that had enough for the both of them.
"It's sad isn't it?" A whisper tickled her ear and she startled.
"Not being at my level. But you never will be Ellie. I know everything about you. I also know who you like and who they are taken by." The girl shrugged."I can ruin all of your relationships because I have connections- why was I your friend?"
"Bianca. Remember I unfriended you!"
"Yeah. Only because I posted that pathetic photo of you rejecting that girl i made you be friends with. Remember ELLIE?"
For once Eleanor was speechless. A tear prickled her eye and she got up to exit the cafeteria when Bianca's lunch spilt on her shirt. Why was life so cruel? She thought. If she was like Bianca she wouldn't be cleaning her favourite shirt with tissue and fresh tears. Dusty brown hair covered her eyes in embarrassment.
***
At home, Eleanor opened her laptop and logged in to finish her homework assignment that was due the following week.
"What's this? Ugh those advertisements at the side of the screen. Ignore!" Eleanor tried to click off of the advertisement but ended up clicking on the link. The Grille was promoting blind dates and people fill out a form about them and your appointment. When you go there another person will be assigned the same time so you would go together.
"Seems simple."
"No. Don't even think about it." Ross demanded.
Ross Cliff has known Eleanor for quite a while now. He hasn't been the most supportive friend but then his mysterious, bad boy personality tells it all.
"Leave me alone."
"Why should I?"
"Because your constantly crushing my dreams, letting me feel down all the time and you expect everybody to appreciate and follow you."
"Where did this all come from?"
"Well. Ever since I met you. I'm going to the Grille and you are not stopping me. Today is when Eleanor Elizabeth Rudd does her own thing."
She printed out the form, shoved it inside her backpack against her textbooks, carried it on her back and left the room promptly. On the bus, she was thinking about the next day. What if he came to her school? What if she walked him down the halls with their fingers interlocking? What if she got the respect and recognition she deserved? Imagine the popularity that she would get if just one boy drove her home. It wasn't about if she had auburn hair or blonde, blue eyes or green, braces or cavities, glasses or cheap shades- she just needed to look happy with one. boy.
***
In The Grille, there was a huge queue of people that did the same thing Eleanor did.
"Excuse me. Can you show me your form?" A woman asked in a french accent, who was at the desk in smart uniform.
"Here. My date of birth, full name, allergies-"
"Just give me the form."
Meekly, Eleanor gave her the form.
"Signature. Favourite things. Number. Yes it is all there. Sit over there. NEXT! PLEZ!"
She walked on the furry carpet and headed towards the golden leather couch. She looked around- there was plenty of people who were of different shapes and sizes. She could do this.
"Eleanor Rood and Tommy Wilson table three near the bathroom Delilah Patterson and Ian Lot table four." The woman at the desk spoke through the microphone.
"Its Eleanor Rudd. Like rug. R-U-D-D. Rudd, see it there ru-"
"Table three, picky girl."
She rolled her eyes and walked to table three. He was there right in front of her. A teenage boy with flame-coloured hair stared right at her with a sweet, bright smile and he shaked the hair out of his grey eyes.
"Hey." He said.
"Heyyy. You are nice. I mean you look-"
'Start again Eleanor. You can do this. You are no longer the helpless girl at Roosevelt High.'
"My name is Eleanor Rudd."
"You look beautiful. That moss colour on your sweater is stunning and your hair; you are amazing."
"Just wait until you know more about me!" She winked and smiled brightly.
"Not only do you look stunning but your personality is." Tommy laughed showing off his pearly white teeth.
"That woman at the desk really hates me! The stink of the bathroom is unpleasant." Eleanor wrinkled her nose. "But your not so bad."
"I have a sneaking suspicion you like me. Eh?"
"Well," she leaned in and whispered "Your hair looks smooth and you do smell amazing with that cologne. I am one lucky lady."
"Yes. I guess you are."
They talked and talked until the people around them left and another group of people sat. All of a sudden, they ended up holding hands over the table, eating together and sharing stories. A rich, posh voice echoed in the room.
"Hi. I am looking for a table. Registered for Bianca Fall."
Bianca turned in envy and saw Eleanor giggling with Tommy.
"That girl gives me pain constantly..."
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