GUITAR, ROSES AND KISSES

3. Morning In Freddie Hills

Song for this chapter;
Where were you in the morning by Shawn Mendes
A'int my fault by Zara Larsson

To: Donald Moore
From: Anastasia Radon

Words can't express my sincere gratitude. I can't comprehend what would have happened if you didn't stand back to laugh at the girl who hit you and thought you were a wall. Well, I can't wait any longer to say my goodbye in words, but I hope you find the letter and be able to convey to yourself what the letter meant. I don't know how I would repay you back, but when times and fate arises, I would be there showing you the honour back. Thanks a lot Donald. Thanks for the food, clothing, water, and the smile you put on my face though you are really annoying. Thank your mom for me pretty boy. Tell her that she really got one amazing son. Goodbye.

I scoff as I read the letter. I hadn't expected the girl to vanish as she came, but she did and it sucks. She was the blonde girl crying on the sideway. And she was beautiful. A rare kind of beauty especially when she flashed her dazzling smile.

~Anastasia's POV~

I enter the taxi that I called and I drive home. The drive to my house should be at least an hour. I can't stand staying in that house. It hurts a lot. For the past months, sleeping has been a case. I just can't even try to sleep in that house because I don't want Don to hear my cry.

Morning came faster and I find myself walking in the hallway of Freddie Hills. A dark hoodie covering my beautiful wavy blonde hair. I'm on a black three-quarter jeans pants and pink top. Now let me explain. Well, after my ordeal with Jones, I couldn't bear stay in Aiden High School. The shame was too much. I was really popular and the guy I was bragging about was a real asshole. And ASH being ASH, I was sure that leading the school hottest gist was the smallest bad thing I would encounter. So, I did what I did to save my head. I changed everything about my old self and left my former house and moved here. Thanks to my considerate parent. I know that for sure, I was going to confront my past but maybe later.

The school is rowdy just the way it usually is. Different gist about what happened in different parties. Each of which I don't give a shit about.

"Who is Anastasia?",  my hear suddenly pick up someone asking and I immediately turn around and I see someone I didn't know I would meet for a very long time. Someone in the name of Donald Moore.

"Anastasia, you mean Anastasia Black?" the girl asks. Obviously, she has this pretty dreamy eyes that shows she's interested and the way she bats her eyelashes. It really do suck. I quickly look away and keep my head down and walk away.

I get to class like normal and I luckily do not have class with the said guy throughout the day. To me, luck was on my side because unnecessary attention doesn't make sense.

I seat inside the bus minding my own business. My phone buzz in my pocket and then I see a text in my Instagram page.

De rock Donald: Don't quit on people like that it sucks.

Me: who is the Mr. Piss texting a pretty lady

I quickly type my reply chuckling to myself. I shut my phone down and it buzzes again

De rock Donald: I knew I would get you at last

I roll my eyes and quickly type my reply

Me: well, I can't say anything about that.

De rock Donald: Wanna hang out?

Me: I don't hang the fuck out on a Monday morning

De rock Donald: do you perhaps attend Freddie Hills high?

I look at the message and roll my eyes. I'm about to reply when the bus stop and I walk down closing my phone. I tuck it into my backpack. I remove my black hoodie and tie it round my waist. After, I quickly cross the road and enter my house.