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Anabelle was a very annoying girl.

Because she lived in her past .
Pitying herself.

Living one year in her colony, she learnt survival of the fittest.

She grew mean, something she wasn't.

And in her mean state, Rachel, Sara, Ruby were her only friend.

After returning from England, when she first came to her school, she needn't to take entrance examination.

Cause it was a part of the university her parents taught in.

The entrance was a simple tea with the principal.

Who recommended her intellect to be greater than 1st grader.

So, she was admitted to 2nd grade.

Competing with kids 1/2 years her senior.

Also, she never got along with them.

So, she often hung out with Rachel and her friends during school.

She knew a mama's boy, everyone knew him for his piculiarity.

Just last year, she learnt that he "might" be dating Arianna Flores.

The girl she despised.

It was a long history.

She didn't put much though in it, for she couldn't even remember his face.

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He was right Infront of her.

What was his name again?

Anyways, taking a closer look, Anabelle was shocked to find him quite...cute?

Like.... puberty hit him.

And...she was flirty.

Well, the policeman of a teacher AND his supposed GIRLFRIEND was there.

And Ana liked nothing more than drama .

"Heyyy! How long have you been playing guitar"

Ana asked, noticing the guitar over his petite frame.

She enchanted her doe eyes, gave the sweetest smile of her life, making sure the lights fell in right place to highlight her amber eyes and huge lashes.

Gotta give the cute junior butterflies!

"1 year, you?"

He counter smiled.

Damn damn damn oh nooooo.
No wayyyy he didn't ignore her.

And that sorta smile?

Is he a more drama lover?

"Not worth mentioning"
She swayed her body to leave without saying goodbye.

Well.

She had planned on flirting.

But if HE defeats her in the first step, she had no chance.

Like, wasn't his girlfriend there?

Andddd the teacher?

She blushed.

Kids nowadays!

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The first time bringing her guitar to school was an ABSOLUTE disaster.

Never again will she do that.

Her pretty face saved her from getting called a fake.

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