Storm
"Eli, wait up," I called out as I ran after Elijah in the parking lot of the school. The bell just rang for the last period of the afternoon, time to go home, and he went straight ahead to his car, a white Toyota Vios, after telling us he had to go. However, he didn't tell us where.
He had been acting weird since this morning and it made me worry about him. Something was up and as a concerned best friend, I had to know what was going on. I had a feeling it was a family issue again. Among the three of us, I was the one he would tell me his problems most of the time because he thought I was the most mature in the group when it came to family situations. He would always say I was so lucky. I found out he had problems with his family when we were in tenth grade. His father was an alcoh
