Anastasia

Chapter 2: The Good, The Wise, The Bad

Anastasia

(Stay {Feat. Mikky Ekko} - Rihannah

"Thank y-you." I smiled at Mr. James my history teacher from 9th grade, he was the best teacher anyone could dream for.  Grabbing my schedule from his hand than walking over to Walker and Jess.

"Locker number?" Jessica asked pushing her red hair out of her face showing off her green beautiful eyes. Today she has on a long-sleeved t-shirt under a huge Beatles shirt with some long baggy jeans paired with panda wist Jordan 1s.

Okay, bestifrand.

"219," I started looking up from my paper that Mr. James so kindly handed to me.

"210." Walker pouted, "We aren't even close this year." He whined.

I giggled at his actions, "You're a-across my locker." I tell him as he wiped his fake tear. As I point to the locker directly across from mine, like he is going to be so far from me. They gave us a picture of the locker layouts.

Walker has always been so soft, that what I like about him. I had to be lying if I never had a crush on him... and still do. I can't help it he is a huge bundle of oats. I wanna squeeze him until he turns red.

"I'm 217," Jess said proudly smirking at Walker's sad face, I felt bad for him since I and Jess were close to each other.

"Guys." I put my hands up to end their staring contest, "T-There is enough A-Anastasia to go around." I jazz hands to my body, smiling at them.

The bell interrupted us, I guess it's time for everyone to come in. Mr. James had us three come earlier than everyone to help cut out everyone's schedule.

"Okay... classes Goldie list." Walker pointed to me as we walked up the stairs to our lockers. This is what we do every year in hoping we are going to get classes together.

"Period 1, Mrs. Hitlaker C-calculus BC?" I read off my paper in my hand watching as the hallways flood with newcomers and similar faces.

"Me." Walker pointed to himself beside me I giggled and turned to Jess ad she shook her head.

"Umm, how about?" Looking down at my second period. "Mr. Wenzal E-English Lit?" I looked up and watched as they scanned their list.

"No."

"No."

I sighed sadly, realizing we had reached our lockers reaching to mine. Glancing at the sheet locker number 1-19-23. I spun the locker thingy right then left then right again and it didn't budge.

I see Jess and Walker already putting in their things at ease, I don't want to disturb them with my annoying voice anymore.

Gripping my palms, curling my toes in and I lunged then kicked my locker and it flew open then smacked someone in the face. Like the locker was shaking after it hit the persons head.

I hear gasps around me and I open my mouth and see a figure on the floor. "OH! I'-Im so s-sorry." I kneeled down to the person on the floor. I don't even care if half of my things are on the ground. I just smacked the person in the face.

Bad Ana, Bad Ana.

"It's a fine sweetheart." The guy on the floor said I offered a hand. "Here l-let me help." In truth he was to big for my self to help him up.

He latched onto my hand and I helped pull him up, he got onto his feet and dusted off. Everyone went back into the conversations. "I'm s-so sorry," I assured him one more time just for safety. Just in case he didn't hear me for the first time.