I walk throw the hallways alone, I used to have a friend. But she killed herself last fall. On my birthday. So now I pretty much alone. I like it better this way though. It makes you see something Beautiful in everything. It you appreciate everything. It helps with grades, No distractions. English has always been my favorite subject. I love writing.
"Okay class listen up" Says my old english teacher "Were doing a partner essay, I want by the end of Christmas break" Everybody moans, even me. "For you and your partner to write a story. It dose not matter what kind, Fantasy, Romance, historical fiction, est. But it will be graded by creativeness. I will be pairing you up".
I hate partner projects, I always end up doing all of it because, social interaction isn't really my thing. And theirs nobody really in the class I like. As people are being paired I soon hear my name.
"Annabell, Lets see. Who is left. Andy! You both have some talent in writing lets see what you too can do. Annabell, Move you seat beside Andy" Andy?
I am excited and scared, What are the odds? I move closer and his eyes are hopeful and rage full. Why dose he not like me? What have I done? I sit beside him.
"What are the odds!" He says throw his teeth "Better you then one of the bonehead dumasses. Okay you probably don't want to do this as much as me. Because Ive noticed neither one of us are exactly a social butterfly. So we can get together" I smile 'This time only!" He adds "And work on this thing, Do you have any topics?"
He can talk when he wants to, this I can tell. But I can also see he dose not want to be my friend, He docent want this to be anything but writing Maybe I can persuade him?
"I like sad things. I guess" I say and he roles his eyes at my hopelessness "Come Prepared tonight, I don't want to waist anytime on this. The sooner were don't the better" He says and the bell rings, and he storms out of the classroom.

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I struggle to find an outfit, Then mentally slap myself in the face when I relish how stupid I am being right now. He dose not want a relationship. He doesn't even want a friendship. So I decide to just be me. My parents don't let me dress how I want to to go to school. That's when clothing has to be pretty and perfect for there little angel. They think I will make friends that way. So we have an agreement. Outside of school. I can dress how I want. Inside. They dress me.
I remember Andy's words so I make sure to pack everything I need. I feel like I have to do everything he says. I'm not scared, But weary. I start to walk out of the house into the snow. Its very beautiful. But cold, good thing Andy only lives next door. I walk up and ring the bell. A woman appears in the doorway.
U-Um is Andy home?" I say and her smile widens so big its like her face is going to fall off "Andy!" she calls up the stairs "A girl is here for you! Step inside darling, Its very cold out".
He walks down the stairs and gives me a confused look but takes me to his bedroom anyway "Since when do you dress like that?" He says closing the door.
"Always" I say and to explane to him the whole deal with my parents, He nods "So, Have you decided anything yet" I ask.
"I kinda wanted to write something with some religion in it if that's not against your beliefs?" He says.
"Well I don't believe in anything, Are you a Jesus freak or something?" I ask and he laughs, like burst out laughing.
"No, I'm the same way. But Ive always found religion to be quite interesting. I always found that if you put so much into something it means something, So I respect it".
I nod "I actually been writing something, so I figured we could look at it and go from there" He says "The sooner were done the better".
"Why" I ask. He laughs "Oh Annabell" He takes me chin to his face "Didn't your mother ever tell you? Curiosity kills every cat".

Notes

Okay so there kinda getting somewhere I guess. Im going into this story blind sided.