Chapter 1: First day
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Chapter 1
Ana
Beep-Beep! Beep-Beep!
Ugh no.
Beep-Beep! Beep-Beep!
Better drag your tired ass off the bed!
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Fine!
I smash my alarm clock with my hand. Hard. I sigh and pull the covers off me. I yawn big as I stand up and slowly drag myself to my bathroom. I turn on the shower and stand under the warm rain to wake up better. When I'm done I wrap a towel around my naked body and drag my hand onto the mirror. When I can see myself I take a deep breath.
"It's going to be okay Ana! Just don't make them hate you!" I tell myself.
Oh, I'm so nervous I'm suddenly wide awake. I walk back into my room and start blowing my hair with the hairdryer. When my hair is dry, I can feel how soft it is and smells cocoanut. I put on my clothes. A pair of black tight skinny jeans and a dark blue blouse. On my feet, I have a pair of high heel boots with thick heels. I take my bathroom bag and walk into my bathroom to apply makeup onto my face.
I actually don't like the way I look. I mean I'm not ugly but pretty close. Makeup makes it easier for me to admit I'm not ugly.
I've never really had a boyfriend to call me beautiful or pretty or hot or anything like that. Sure I've been with guys, but they've never really said those things to me. And they've been like one night stands or one week boyfriend. I've never had a long term boyfriend. Guys are jerks.
I walk back into my room after I'm done with the makeup. I throw it onto my bed and then I take up my comb. I comb through my hair and let it fall in waves over my shoulders. I take my sunglasses and slip them on top of my head. I take my lip gloss and apply some on my lips as I look into my mirror.
I guess I'm ready. I take my bag, my phone, and my keys before I walk out to the kitchen and take a water bottle out of my fridge and take it with me when I leave my apartment. I press the button to the elevator and wait for it to come.
"Oh Liana dear", I hear behind me.
I turn around with a smile. ”Oh hello Mrs. Cotton, how are you?" I ask.
Mrs. Marina Cotton is my very sweet neighbor. She's eighty-two and has been through a lot during the years she has been alive. Lived during World War Two. I've had so many coffee times with her and I never get tired of hearing her talk about her amazing love story with her late husband Adam. He died only a year ago. He was a sweet man. They also lost their son and grandchildren, I don't really know how though, I don't want to be intruding.
I call Mrs. Cotton my cotton candy lady. She's so sweet. She can always bring a smile to my face and she always has good pieces of advice to share.
"I have baked you an apple pie, I wanted to come by and give it to you today at around five pm", she says.
She's so full of life. She can never sit still. One time I walked in on her standing on her couch to change her curtains. I seriously thought she was going to fall and break her neck.
"That's so sweet of you Mrs. Cotton", I say with a warm smile.
"A sweet girl like you should have something sweet to eat", she says and smiles back. She knows I’m a sweet tooth.
The elevator arrives and I open the door. ”It was really nice to see you. Mrs. Cotton but I'm kind of in a hurry", I say.
"I'll see you later in the afternoon", she smiles and I nod.
"Goodbye Mrs. Cotton", I say and step into the elevator.
The door closes and I press the garage button. When I come down to the garage I feel the cold. It's always cold in here. Also, I'm not very fond of garages or basements, maybe I've watched too many horror movies. I walk up to the only green car down here. It kind of sticks out a bit since almost every car in this garage is in a dark color while my car is bright green. Eh, who cares? I love green and I'm not afraid to show it! My car is sexy and I know it! I laugh to myself as I open my car and sit behind the wheel. I turn on the engine and carefully drive out of the dark garage and into the bright sun. I slide down my sunglasses over my eyes as I drive out on the road.
It doesn't take me a long time to arrive at my destination. I park my car and walk out. I stop and look at the building in front of me. I sigh nervously. Arlington High School.
"Ana!" Someone shouts behind me and I recognize that voice.
"Lily!" I shout and turn around just in time and Lily runs into my arms.
"I've missed you", she says.
"I've only been gone a month Lily", I laugh.
"Still", she says and pulls away. "Are you nervous?"
"Of course, I'm a teacher here now, of course, I'm nervous", I say.
When I finished my senior year my partners decided to move to California from Atlanta. I decided to go to college here and it turned out good. I've always known I wanted to be a teacher, and now I have finally finished my education and gotten a job here.
"Me too", Lily says.
"Yeah I mean the senior year is a big deal", I say.
"Yeah", Lily says and we walk into the school.
"Lily!" A girl and a boy come walking towards us.
"Hey!" She says and hugs them. "Ana this is Zoe and Felix".
"Hello", I say and shake hands with them. "But Lily I have to go now, so I'll see you later?"
"Yeah", she says.
When she walks away with her friends, I try to find my way through school. As I walk into the staff room, after finally finding it, I hear a lot of people talking.
"Hello", I hear.
I look to my side to see a brown haired girl with bright green eyes.
"Oh my god, I love your eyes", I say, before I can stop myself. I hear how it sounded and slap my hand onto my forehead and shake my head. "I'm sorry, let me take that again. Hello, Liana Walker", I say and reach the girl in my hand.
The girl laughs and takes my hand and shakes it. ”Amora Parker", she laughs. "And for the record, your eyes aren't that bad either, I've never seen silver eyes before, so cool".
I laugh. I think we're going to become great friends. ”Well I am pretty cool", I joke and she laughs.
We sit down by a table and start talking. That's when I see him. I would recognize those eyes and arms anywhere. It's been six years since I last met him on the airplane. “Oh my god!" I exclaim.
He sees me and his eyes widen. “Ana?" He asks in disbelief.
He remembers me. He actually remembers me. I stand up. “James?" I say. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a teacher here, starting today", he says.
"Me too", I say.
What are the odds of this happening? I could never even in my wildest fantasy imagine this.
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