Three months ago if someone asked me if I thought love was possible I would of laughed and moved on. Three months ago my life was completely the opposite of what it was now; filled with pain, misery, darkness, and despair. Three months ago I was abused and broken; but that all changed with one brown eyed boy. I'm Annabeth Marie Walker, and this is my story.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP ! The shrilling sound of my old alarm clock woke me from my distant sleep—if that's what you could call it anyways when you added the fact I woke up every three seconds. Hazily pulling my head up from my ratty white pillow I forced my eyes open and glanced at the clock. 6:10. I groaned and resisted the urge to go back to sleep; today was my first day at La Push high school, something in truth I just didn't want to face.
"Anna! Wake up you lazy butt!" My step brother Carter yelled as he skipped into my bedroom and tore the sheets from my body, on reflex I huddled up to shield myself from the sudden cold.
"No, just let me sleep." I groaned and looked up at him with a puppy dog expression. Carter was tall with uncontrollable red hair and crystal blue eyes, his face was pale and thin with splatters of freckles across his nose.
"Sorry. No can do! First day of high school baby!" He said while trying to control his laughter, despite his cheerful appearance I knew he was about as thrilled with it as I was, moving from high school to high school nearly every year with each move obviously wasn't his thing.
"Don't remind me I mean—"
"Anna! Are you out of bed yet?" My step father yelled from down stairs, a hint of fear suddenly ran through my body and the scars on my back burned with knowledge, instantly I jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt from my closet then bolted for the bathroom, only taking a second to register Carter's look of sympathy that rested in his eyes as he watched me go.
"Yes sir!" I called as I closed the door to the bathroom Carter and I shared then striped out of my long sleeved navy blue PJ shirt and grey fuzzy PJ pants then took a few seconds to change into the outfit for today. Once I had finished zipping up my jeans I sighed and looked into the mirror. I was about 5 foot 2 with long golden blonde hair that had sweeping bangs, my eyes were a dark sea storm blue that were ringed in black and my skin was pale with a few blemishes on my forehead. I sighed and poked at the biggest red dot thankfully hidden by my bangs, there was no way that thing would disappear by the time school started. After all my makeup had been applied and my bed made (as if) I slung my black messenger bag over my shoulder and made my way down the stairs and to the kitchen.
"Morning Daddy." I said on command, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. My stepdad, Tom Walker, was tall with short groomed brown hair and a small mustache on his face. His eyes, though dark brown, were in my opinion black coals that bore in my skin with no mercy. Tom worked as an accountant allowed him (unforchantly) allowed him to stay home. Giving me a small nod I walked over to the counter and pulled out a banana.
"Are you to ready for school?" Tom asked with a smile on his face, I silently nodded as Carter shrugged and casually leaned back into his chair.
"I suppose, as ready as I'll ever be." Tom nodded and motioned towards the front door.
"You guys should probably start heading out if you don't want to be late." Carter sighed and got up and headed out the front door, only hesitating to grab his red backpack from the ground. After saluting to us he headed out, a few seconds later I heard the engine start.
"Aren't you going?" Tom asked me as he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded and put on a fairly fake smile.
"Oh ya, right. Sorry." After giving him a small wave I followed Carter's lead out the front door and ran up to his run down black pickup truck as fast as I could to avoid getting soaked by the rain.
"You ready?" He gently asked me, I shook my head.
"Never." Carter silently chucked and started to back out of the driveway.
It took about five minutes to actually get to the school but once there a bigger since of dread built up inside me. I was starting my sophomore year this year, or well continuing my sophomore year since we were starting in the middle of the term. The school itself was small and consisted of two buildings that didn't look any bigger than a single story, the parking lot—though was filled with parking spaces—had about half the amount of cars, but that might have been due to the fact we were a bit early. Sighing I grabbed my bag and started heading towards the first building and into the attendance office. Inside it was stuffy and hot, instantly making me regret the long sleeved shirt. At the counter running across the room stood a plump woman with black hair tightly pulled into a bun, when I cleared my throat she looked up and smiled.
"Hello dear, how can I help you?" I smiled a bit and nodded.
"I'm Annabeth Walker and this is my brother Carter. We are new and needed to pick up our schedules." Her eyes widened with understanding and she nodded, taking a moment to type a few things into a nearby computer.
"Of course of course!" She then handed me a schedule with my classes and Carter a schedule with all his junior classes listed, along with a map of the school. "Just have each of your teachers sign next to their class declaring you found your way and just bring it back when you're done alright dear?" I nodded, thanked her, and left the office. Once outside Carter gave me a small wink and gave me yet another salute.
"Now off to my personal grave. It was nice knowing you but alas, my time has come." With a dramatic bow Carter laughed and disappeared down the hallway, consumed by the students. I let out a small laugh and headed towards my first class.
My first of classes didn't go to terribly; I walked in, politely smiled and waved as the teacher introduced me (I knew the drill), then I took my seat and sighed with relief as the student barely gave me a second glance. When lunch came I gathered my new books and stuffed one in my bag as I carried the other, eyes mostly to the floor I hurried from the classroom and towards the lunchroom. I wasn't paying enough attention my face suddenly slammed into a really warm wall of flesh.
"Ow…"I muttered as I rubbed my nose and bent to retrieve my history book. The wall of flesh suddenly realized I was there as soon as my groan left my lips—as if the impact itself didn't catch his attention.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry!" The guy's deep voice called to me as he beat me in the act of picking my book up, holding it out for me; almost hesitantly I met his gaze. As soon as my eyes hit his deep brown eyes his face went slack for a moment then changed into a face of pure joy—then went to an expression of extreme concern and worry. "Oh god, your nose. Are you okay?" I nodded.
"Ya I'm okay it's just..." I removed my hand and groaned when I saw the coat of blood, how could I not of noticed that? "Bleeding…sorry for running into you I'll just go clean this up." I took the book with my clean hand and tucked it under my arm, covered my nose and intended to turn around but was stopped by the guy pulling out a worn out grey shirt from his bag and gently pressing it against my nose to stop the blood.
"Again, sorry about that." I shrugged, I'd had worse before and carefully I raised my hand and took the shirt from his, careful not to touch his hand. Once the shirt was in my hand I pulled it away from my nose.
"The blood just ruined your shirt." I whispered by the guy just shrugged.
"I don't care; I was going to get rid of it any way." I nodded and pressed it back to my nose.
"Thanks, well I'm going to go to the bathroom and clean this up, so….see ya." Without waiting for an answer I just walked away and to the nearest bathroom, not completely sure what just happened.
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