Anabelle

Here at NJSA, was like a whole different kind of school. It was one where the homework was actually fun, and the classes were all promoting your imagination and well being. So it is a school for someone who is always bullied, bottom of the social order, a fresh and new start, right? Either that or they have been ‘chosen' for their abnormally great gift. Well that person is not me. To be honest I never really wanted to move schools but my parents made me- they said;

"Annabelle, I will not have you go to that school when all you do is go off gallivanting with 10 boys a week and never do your homework!" which is not strictly true- I only went out with 9 boys in 1 week, once, and I got that geek, who always seemed to fancy me, to do my homework, so I was not lacking there. They said that this will be a new start and I can learn about my creative side, blah blah blah.

Unfortunately they managed to get a tape of me doing cheerleading and sent it off to this school, who said it's not an art as such but maybe, if I was up for it, I could do dancing. Well I'm not up for it, but my parents are forcing me to go anyway, under threat of no more designer! Crap, why are parents so annoying like that.

So here I am standing in front of the door to my room, trying to work out how the heck this key card thingy works! They don't even have anyone to bring my bags up so I had to pull all six of them to the lift and then to my room, I hope I haven't broken a nail.

Still yanking on the door handle I hear somebody behind me chuckle lightly;

"Look, you don't do it like that, like this" I was about to tell them to go away (but not as polite) when I caught site of their face...

ere at NJSA, was like a whole different kind of school. It was one where the homework was actually fun, and the classes were all promoting your imagination and well being. So a it is for someone who is was always bullied, bottom of the social order, a fresh and new start, right? Either that or they have been ‘chosen' for their abnormally great gift. Well that person is not me. To be honest I never really wanted to move schools but my parents made me- they said;

"Annabelle, I will not have you go to that school when all you do is go off gallivanting with 10 boys a week and never do your homework!" which is not strictly true- I only went out with 9 boys in 1 week, once, and I got that geek, who always seemed to fancy me, to do my homework, so I was not lacking there. They said that this will be a new start and I can learn about my creative side, blah blah blah.

Unfortunately they managed to get a tape of me doing cheerleading and sent it off to this school, who said it's not an art as such but maybe, if I was up for it, I could do dancing. Well I'm not up for it, but my parents are forcing me to go anyway, under threat of no more designer! Crap, why are parents so annoying like that.

So here I am standing in front of the door to mmy room, trying to work out how the heck this key card thingy works! They don't even have anyone to bing my bags up so I had to pull all six of them to the lift and then to my room, I hope I haven't broken a nail.

Still yanking on the door handle I hear somebody behind me chuckle lightly;

"Look, you don't do it like that, like this" I was about to tell them to go away (but not as polite) when I caught site of their face...

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