Chapter 2

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Anna's POV: I groaned before kicking the nearest locker, I turned around to my locker and grab my books before slamming the locker close. I hate school. They won't even give me a leave because I am not sick, which actually I have been a lot of times. I can't go home because dad would dice me alive so every time I would either go to a park or the woods which certainly aren't empty back in California. People stare me like I am a fool, I don't really move or go anywhere but stay on the bench and look at the kids playing. How happy they were and here I am!! But then I stopped being sick and going to park because one day one of the kids ran to me and me having a ghost face his parents called me psycho before ripping him off me. That probably broke my heart for few days but then I soon forgot. I have worst problem to deal with. So far none of my bullies has showed up which is quite surprising. Only three classes went by and I was beyond tired, most likely because I haven't slept for long or because of traveling, which is the only thing I hate the most. Something was different about this school, well most of the things were changed. The school looked lot bigger and so did the grounds. In the beginning I had to spend two hours for just finding my first class and what was really awkward when I walked in everyone started sniffing and staring at me. Apparently the teacher told them to stop before she started the topic. I walked away from the hallways and into my next class which was English. Most of the teachers were the same old face I had met when I was twelve but the principal was different, he looked quite young. Not only that most of the guy teachers were changed, I think they don't want us to concentrate on our studies anymore. That sounds cool but sadly I have no time to waste. If dad finds that I have a boyfriend or hell I am just talking to a guy he will beat the crap out me. I still don't know why dad is protective over me it's not I am going to run away or get pregnant at this age. Entering the class I was quite wrong about it being empty just like I imagined but everyone was there. Talking. playing and also other things didn't took notice off, I quickly brushed off them and ran towards the corner of the room, before I knew I was on the seat staring at the window for the fifth time. I haven't spoken a word since last night either way it's much better if I don't speak. A sharp flaming sting went across my head, it felt like my head would blast any minute and no one would even care. I placed my hands on my head and put my elbows on the desk before holding my head. These voices were getting uncontrollable . Everything was blur for a second but that feeling immediately went away when someone touched my shoulder. "Hey, are you fine? You look sort of sick. " The person said, without wasting a second I turned around to see who held this beautiful voice, surprisingly she was more beautiful than her voice. Her gray eyes stared back at me, she had blond hair that reached till her chest. She was beautiful, at least more than me. After few minutes I noticed I was staring at her so I immediately looked away. "I am fine." I exclaimed before moving back to my seat, wishing her to go away because I really don't want to talk to anyone especially a girl but I was quite wrong, she sat right next to me. "I am Amanda, I have been here for years but I haven't seen you here. Are you new?? We rarely have new people in this town. " She explained. Why is she talking to me? They are thousand more people she could talk to me, Why me? After a minute of torturing my mind I finally answered her questions. "I am Anna, and I used to live here few years back but we moved away for some. " I said while looking at her. "Oh I never saw you here," "I don't really talk to anyone neither get out of my house." I added. She confusingly shrugged, I don't remember anyone from this place but I do have memories, that I wish I could forget. Just as another bell rang everyone started to move back to their place. Most of them were girls but the weird part was most of them were applying makeup, I creased my eyes brows in confusion. "Oh don't worry this has been happening for the past few years." She giggled, I don't think there was anything funny here. "Why is that?" I asked trying to keep my voice low as possible, no one has really heard me and I want to keep it that way. I don't like to make conversations at all. "Mr. Williams our English teacher is known as the most hottest teacher in this world, cross that the most hottest guy in this world but sadly none of us can actually get him because he is engaged with a witch and basically all these girls are trying to impress him so her could not get married to that witch." The girl in front of me turned around and said. Her attitude was driving me crazy. And whatever she said was totally dumb, this is a school. "That's so rude to call someone a witch." I confessed angrily, knowing here another fight will begin. That's one reason I hate talking to people. She battled her eyelashes before looking away, I folded my hands and laid back on the seat. But before I could before comfortable the door busted open and then our eyes met.
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