Annabel

The first three classes were annoying. First was English and normally I’d love English class because that has always been my subject; but the teacher is ridiculous. She’s extremely strict when it comes to her grading system; and also the books and plays we’ve got to read is crazy and I’ve done all of this already in my old school. I wonder if I have my old notes and shit, I think I just might. The only upside to this class, Andy’s in it; even if he’s not the most talkative person in the world.

My next class would be Pre-Calculus. Whoever decided to put me of all people in a smart class must be smoking some serious crack. First of all, I suck at math the way it is. Second of all, I’m alone as fuck in this class which means the class drags on forever. Math is going to be the death of me; I swear!

Third period might just be the worst. It’s Biology. I hate science with a passion and also my lab partner’s name is Brad; he’s one of the guys I found beating the shit out of Andy yesterday. He’s the leader of that barbaric group. Andy’s also in this class but again, he’s not much comfort especially since he’s far away from me and again isn’t talking.

The lunch bell rings and I bolt out the door and head to my locker. I throw my books in along with my backpack and grab my Slipknot purse then close it behind me as I walk away. I walk out to the courtyard and I see Andy sitting far away from everyone else; alone. I take a deep breathe before walking over to him. “Hey.” I greet him, causing his head to snap up from the tablet he had in front of him. He doesn’t say anything but returns his attention to the beaten up tablet. I let out an annoyed sigh before sitting down next to him. “Are you going to talk to me or ignore me some more?” I question him.

“I’m doing this for your own good; you’re better off without me.” He mutters.

“I’m not going to let you tell me what’s good for me or not.” I spit at him. “We’re going to be friends whether you want me around or not. I’m not going to let you self-loath alone. I don’t care what people think about me, and either should you.” He looks up at me with a twinkle in his blue eyes. I smile. “So are we friends or what?”

“Do I have a choice?” He chuckles. I just shake my head. He was about to open his mouth to say something but there’s a girl walking up to us. Andy looks up at her and smiles. “Hey Taylor.”

“Hey Andy.” she smiles towards him. “And hi girl I don’t know.”

“I’m Annabel.” I say introducing myself.

“You’re the new mortician’s daughter, aren’t you?” she asks. “You’re the talk of the school.”

“Lovely.” I mutter as I begin to nervously play with my necklace.

Andy

I watch as Annabel nervously plays with her razorblade necklace. Taylor looks at me with questioning eyes and I let out a sigh. “You ok?” I ask her. “You’re kinda pale now.”

“I’m fine.” She says, shooting us a weak smile. “I should be used to getting talked about, it happened all the time in my other school.”

“Because of what your dad does?” Taylor asks. Annabel just nods. “I feel you there, people make fun of me all the time for being adopted; people are just heartless.” I sit back and hear about the girls talking about their problems with people giving them shit about something they can’t control. It got me thinking, maybe my problems aren’t that bad. Maybe I can actually change everything by not giving into everything.

“Andy, are you paying attention?” Taylor asks.

“What?” I ask. “I’m sorry, I completely zoned out.”

“I was wondering if you’d like to hang out at my house after school?” Annabel laughs. “My parents are gone for the weekend.”

“Oh yea sure.” I say just as the bell rings. “What class do you guys have next?” I ask as we walk towards the lockers.

“Music Theory!” Both girls say in unison before laughing.

“Cool same here.” I chuckle. The girls link arms with me as we walk towards our next class…