I didn't like this chapter. It did NOT go like it planned, but i'm too lazy to change it. So.... whateva *gives people the fish*
Dedicating this chapter to jpipkin for well... reading so many stories. Wow, you are amazing for reading so many stories at once :)
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Chapter 2
(Annabelle's POV)
An annoying shrill kicked me out of my dream land and into reality. Irritated, I slammed my fist on the digital alarm clock on my bedside to shut it up and snuggled back into my warm, cozy bed, ready to return to the peaceful abandon of sleep. It was a wasted effort when my door slammed open, the knob smashing against the wall, causing the entire door to vibrate from the impact.
"Rise and shine Belle." Sam and Cam yelled happily in sync.
I replied by wrapping my blankets completely over me, blocking out the sun while trying to block out their voices. As you can see, I'm not a morning person. Even when I was at the academy, I had to privilege to sleep in late because of my excellent grades and having advanced classes with my age, which is why I always woke up in the afternoon, all pleasant and ready to defend myself from the vicious claws of rich brats with money power.
I didn't hear anything, thinking they left. Half a second later, my blankets were yanked from me, leaving me exposed to the morning cold and the blaring rays of the windows, which someone yanked the curtains, exposing me to all that annoying sunlight.
Sam and Cam smirked down at me. "Time to wakey wak-ACK!" Sam was cut off when I grabbed his face, along with Cam's then bashed both of their heads together, my irritation spiking dramatically. Don't they remember how I react in the mornings if they don't properly wake me up? The girls at the academy would never wake me up unless it's something important, and they were taught how to slowly bring me out of my slumber without my full on rage hitting them like a freight train.
Sam and Cam groaned, clutching their heads in pain. I only growled at them, getting off the bed to attack them some more. If I'm going to be awake, then I better let off some steam. Those two can be my punching bags.
Sam and Cam saw my approach and quickly scrambled back. "Holy shit. Did she get stronger?"
"And more vicious." Cam added as they got to their feet and quickly circled around my room, avoiding me and my twitching fingers.
I was suddenly restrained from behind, my arms and neck in a tight hold. I got pissed and lifted my legs, then used all my strength to swing them back, my heel connecting with someone's shin. The person grunted in pain, but continued to restrain me, not loosening his hold at all.
"Belle, calm down." Alex's voice ordered. "There's coffee and breakfast with everything downstairs. So go clean yourself up, dress pack up and head on down."
With a irritated huff, I head towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut. The force of my swing along with the impact of the door made it shake dangerously. I winced, biting my lips in confusion. I didn't think I used that much power. Shaking my head, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair a little, and used the toilet. I sighed as I got out of the bathroom, heading towards my suitcase, taking out random clothes and dumping them on my bed. I threw my sleeping clothes off and yanked on the ones for school. It's a good thing I packed my bag with the necessary things for anew school before I even got here. All I had to do was grab it, as well as my phone, my keys, and my wallet, then head on down, the smell of food and coffee motivating me to move faster.
Seeing the pile of food on the counter, I dumped my bag on the floor and headed straight to the food, piling up mine with scrambled eggs mixed with spam, crispy bacon, hash browns, sausages. On another plate are pancakes, waffles, french toast. I even grabbed some toast already coated with jam and munched on that while I brought my plates to an empty seat, then snatched the bottle of syrup from Nate, who just got it, and poured it all over my pancakes, french toast and waffles.

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LobisomemAnnabelle Scott is your average 15 year old girl. She's the leader and sole creator of a school gang at her all girl's school which her parents sent her to for the past three years, she hates girly things, and technically does everything a girl shou...