"You're in a bad way, my friend," he said, unable to stop himself from laughing as he entered the social studies classroom.
"It's true, Fox," he said to his best friend. "I saw her. I swear I saw her."
"Yeah, and I saw Pamela Anderson," said the boy with the light complexion and brown eyes that looked like a touch of sapphire, sarcastically, sitting down at his desk. "Don't you think you're a little off track with this subject?"
"No," he replied, sitting next to Fox in the second row. "I'm not out of line. I'm telling you I saw her."
"From what you told me, she told you that no one will take her diary," Elijah nodded. "Well, do you think, sir, she could have been a crazy-minded woman posing as the more-than-destroyed Melia?"
The other way around, he denied.
"I don't think so, Fox. She had a quickness... I can't explain. From one moment to the next, I was up against the wall."
"It's Flash," he scoffed and laughed. He didn't take what his more-than-smart friend was saying seriously. "You're imagining things, Elijah."
"That's what my father told me yesterday," he said, remembering that he scolded him about it anyway. "But no one takes away my... Rebekah," he said when he saw her and both boys gave him a clapping salute. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," she replied, leaving his backpack on the back of his chair.
"Is it true that you saw Melia?" Fox asked, shoving fried food into his mouth.
"It looks that way," Rebekah replied, "Or was it just my psychosis?"
"You know it wasn't," Elijah replied. "I hate it when people don't believe me."
"How are we supposed to believe that you saw someone over a thousand years old?" Fox asked with a frown. "I know I'm bad at history, but I know it would be abnormal for someone to be alive after such a long time."
"What if it were possible?" Elijah asked. "Just think."
"I thought. And no, it's not possible. It's not natural, it's not the law of life. Leave that alone and concentrate on finding a girlfriend."
Rebekah chuckled lightly as Elijah twisted his face as the rest of his classmates came in. Then, the social studies teacher, Chris, began his lesson and when he finished, everyone gathered their things.
At six o'clock, Fox, Rebekah, Elijah, and Elijah's father went to wait for his father to pick them up to go with him and drop them off at their homes. They sat on one of the benches chatting while they waited.
"It's cold, isn't it?" Rebekah asked, putting on her black jacket.
"So strange," Fox said. "A moment ago, the sun was burning."
The weather had changed drastically, and it was now intolerably cold. Ignoring such a drastic change in the weather, they continued talking.
"Hey, Elijah," Fox said, and the aforementioned looked at him. "Getting back to the subject of this Melia, how can you be sure it's her if there aren't even any pictures?"
The aforementioned kept silent at the question. His good friend had a good point. There were no photos of that woman. There clearly weren't any. He answered with another question.
"Then why did she say that no one will have her diary?"
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"Because she's a maniac who pretended to be her," he answered with a chuckle. "Elijah, there are a lot of people out there who impersonate historical figures. It's sick, to a certain extent."
"I agree with Fox," supported Rebekah. "We should just put that issue behind us."
Elijah's father's car pulled up in front of them, and they got in. On the way, they listened to music while his father focused on the road. He stopped at a red light.
"What are you reading?" Elijah asked his father.
"I don't really know," he replied. "It's a book or something. I found it lying outside the main library," he said as he closed the book.
"I'll take a look," Elijah said as he took the book and started reading. He opened the somewhat worn book and flipped through the first few pages, which were blank. When he reached the tenth page, he silently muttered, "Mother of God."
"What is it?" asked Fox.
"This book is..." Elijah pointed to the pages. "Father, where did you say you found it?"
"Outside the library, I think. Someone must have thrown it away or lost it. Why?"
"This is not a book. It's a diary!" Elijah exclaimed. "And looking at it, it's written by Melia."
"Oh my God," Rebekah suddenly exclaimed, causing the others to gasp. "Melia went to the library."
Everyone except Elijah laughed. Rebekah was always a joker, even in serious situations. Elijah lost himself in the book and, when they arrived at the house, he bid farewell to his friends and went straight to his room.