Ellie has never been a likable person and she knows it herself — but it's not like she cares. — It was no wonder that she was alone even during school projects, not that she was complaining, she prefers to be alone. After all, she has always been weird and cruel, even her mother is scared.

She hates people, she hates everything. Maybe she even hates her own existence. But besides that, she hated the feeling she had for you, that strange vibration in her chest and feeling attracted every time she saw you. She didn't want to accept that she could be like her father, the man she hated more than anything.

In the library, Ellie sat next to you, not bothering to be subtle with her sudden approach to the chair next to you, she was always watching you, even with that whole thing about repressing feelings, she couldn't help it.. was she interested? Intrigued? Passionat-- no.

"You're always reading books, what's interesting about that?" She asked, leaning in a little to lazily peek at the content you were reading. She was using her acidic humor "I'm Ellie." The redhead with baggy clothes and hair tied in any way, causing some strands to hang loose, introduced herself.