Good Idea for a Bad Plan 1

Elena.

It was common in my household to wake up late, so when I woke up early, I almost froze. Add to that the fact that it was Thursday, the most shitty day for me, it was sure that my parents would be very suspicious and squint their eyes at me.

Nevertheless, I woke up with no sound from the alarm or shouting from my brother. The sky was still dark, the moon was still shining brightly. In just a few days there would be a full moon, which I tried to push away from my mind.

When I got out of bed, Lexi was still feeling sleepy. I had not looked at the clock, thinking it was still late as usual. It was only when I pulled back the curtains and saw the dark, moonlit atmosphere that I realized something was wrong.

The time on the wall clock showed that I still had about an hour and a half to get ready for school. Even so, it usually only took me about twenty minutes or so, which was quite a shock. In a good way, I guess.

Despite that, I was not sure how fast I should get ready, since I knew I did not need to drive my car at the usual high speed.

Then a brilliant idea came out of my smart brain.

I was pretty sure that Killian would have wanted me. Then my face started to form a wide smirk.

I spread out my makeup kit on the dressing table, looking at the various brushes and cosmetic products anxiously. I had to put all this to good use. The concealer, the foundation, some watery face care products, and also some pink-colored products that were probably shades of blush. Everything seemed very well-fitting when I put it on, and once I was done, I was very impressed with my appearance.

It turned out that my appearance was not bad at all. You could even say that I looked pretty cute.

The next step was about the dress. Picking out a dress was quite difficult, but I ended up choosing a silvery-white dress that was cut off at the waist and cascaded down to the thighs. "What a doll," Lexi immediately snorted. I snapped back inwardly while looking around for shoes.

As usual, my hair was a mess, so I decided to put it in a French-style braid. Even when I was done, there was still some free time for me to relax.

The whole family was already downstairs chatting, and just like on the weekends, I could hear them whispering to each other. At that moment my parents seemed to be questioning Zayn about something, so I took a few steps back to listen clearly.

"Honey, we just want to help Elena, so if you know what happened to her, please tell us," my mom pleaded with Zayn, her voice sounding very determined. I closed my eyes and tried to listen more closely.

He's not going to tell, is he? Zayn promised me that he would not, and I trusted him with my soul, but what if he told them with the excuse that it would help me?

He breathed out, "Mom, I'm not the one who can tell you exactly what's going on with her. Right now she just needs some time alone."

It seemed like my mom was not happy with the answer he gave, and then she let out her breath. She paced from one side of the kitchen to the other, a habit that was a trait I inherited from her.

"She seems fine, to be frank, mom. I think you are just overreacting," my brother's voice faded, and I could tell he was trying to sound convincing. He was eager to help me, I knew, and I also knew that he felt it was useless to keep all this to himself. However, for me, that was exactly what I felt needed to be done.

Without thinking, I put an end to his suffering and headed down the stairs with a smile plastered on my face. My father looked up from his newspaper as I walked into the room, a surprised expression on his face.

Isn't it strange for your family to be surprised that you woke up early?

Meanwhile, my older brother was leaning against the kitchen counter, with his arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Good morning to you guys," I grinned as I stepped inside, checking the time on the watch as I walked towards the table. There was still nothing there, probably because I woke up too early, which was good because I had not really planned to go out to eat.

My mom halted in mid-step, her mouth slightly agape. Once she regained her senses, she briefly blinked her eyes a few times, and started to look perplexed.

"Alright, then I will get going," I said as I got ready to walk away.

Well, to be fair, I didn't want to linger on this ordeal either, so I turned around towards the door, only taking a few steps before a voice stopped me.

"El, baby, you have not eaten anything yet," my mom's voice cut me off, clearly audible in her worried tone of voice. Even so, I wasn't hungry, I was just nervous.

I quickly turned around, and gave my mom a sheepish smile, which she usually returned with a roll of her eyes, while replying, "I'm not hungry."

Then I turned around again, but this time I finally left. But before I walked out of the door, I caught my father's voice saying.

"At least we know that she's not pregnant."

There was a pause, and then there was a loud groan as my mom hit my father.

Since it was still morning, I arrived at school in a fairly short time. There were no obstacles along the way, plus the sun had just appeared on the horizon. Afraid that I would run out of energy, I gulped down a bottle of ice water.

There were several cars scattered around the school. The teachers' parking lot was already a quarter full. I knew that most of the teachers arrived just before school started. The student parking lot only contained a few cars, including mine with more coming in.

Too early, I thought to myself with no joy. Sure, it was true that I was currently one of those early risers, but that would not last more than just one morning. That habit can't continue to exist in me. Because I'm not a morning person.

For a while I just sat in the car, watching people pass by. It was interesting to see the people who came early. There were a lot of nerds, kids of athletes who came to train before school, and ordinary people who had nothing else to do.

And when I thought it was a good time to go in, I straightened my clothes, grabbed my bag, and got out of the car.

There was a slight sense of regret that I had not taken a jacket with me. It seemed like I had completely forgotten, and my mom was so surprised that I had come so quickly that she had forgotten to force me to wear a tattered jacket.

The atmosphere inside the school was just as empty as outside. The overbearing female employee was still there, with a look of indifference on her face as she ignored the person standing in front of her. Under normal circumstances, I was that person, the one who was asking for attendance.

I stopped at the lockers with Jane, and Sasha, while moving the books, before entering the English class. I stopped two doors away from the classroom, peeking around the corner like a fool to see if Killian was in the classroom. Turns out that he was in the classroom, the classroom lights were still on, and after taking a deep breath, I could immediately smell his scent of vanilla-flavored cake.

Needless to say, I stepped towards the door and peeked further to make sure there was no one else in the classroom. Once I was completely sure, I took a deep breath, and nodded to compose myself for a moment, then walked straight ahead.