Mending Annabelle (Sequel to I Love You, Jerk Face)

Chapter 1

okay, I know I have been seriously slacking in the upload department, but I am hoping this will make up for it. Writer's block has been a major bitch these past few weeks, but with the enthusiasm of my newest fan as well as the with drawls Kelley is claiming to be suffering from I thought it only fair to post this.

This is the frist complete chapter of the Sequel to I Love You Jerk Face. Hope you guys enjoy and I'm sorry for being gone so long.

Annabelle stood at the foot of her bed, admiring her work. In the two hours that she had been on campus she had managed to locate all of her classes, unpack her things, organize her room, and make her bed. She was practically a seasoned pro at this now, being a sophomore at Texas State, she knew the routine.

            She sighed before sitting down at the desk and pulling a book from the overhead shelf, reviling in the fact that she could breathe easily. No fear coursing through her.

            The Art of Human Behavior by Dr. Chelsea Pursley.. She cracked the book open, put her elbow down on the desk and leaned over the book to read the first chapter.

            She was just turning the page when the door burst open; she turned abruptly, her elbow slipping causing her head to fall forward onto the book.

            “Oh god,” a voice said from the doorway, “are you okay?”

            Before she could answer she heard a loud thud and then a girl was pulling her face up to inspect.

            “I’m okay,” Annabelle said, trying to move her head out of the girl’s hands, panic rising in her throat.

            “Hold still,” she tsked, Annabelle looked up at the girl. Her red hair was swirling around her, her ivory skin was sprinkled with freckles around her nose, and she regarded her with light grey eyes. Annabelle’s panic subsided as she studied the girl.

            “I’m really fine,” Annabelle said, pulling away again, this time the girl allowed her to.

            “Did you hurt some one already?” A man’s voice called from the door. Annabelle looked over to see a middle aged man, smiling at the two of them.

            “No daddy,” the girl laughed and then turned to look at the man.

            “Good,” he laughed back, “I’d hate for you to kill your room mate on the first day,” her room mate, of course.

            Annabelle shot up out of the chair.

            “You must be Roslyn,” she stuck her hand out for the girl.

            “That I am,” she laughed before taking her hand, “but you can call me Ros,” she smiled. “You must be Annabelle,” she let go of Annabelle’s hand.

            “That’s me,” Annabelle said with a short laugh.

            “This is my father,” Roslyn said from the man’s side.

            “Nice to meet you sir,” Annabelle smiled at him, he reminded her of her dad. His receding hair was speckled with spots of grey and his brown eyes were warm.

            “The pleasure is all mine,” he smiled back, “but you can call me David.”

            “David!” A new voice called from the hallway, a woman’s panting voice. “Did you find it?”