I was the new girl. I went to West Lane Private Academy For Girls, in America, but my mum got a new job in England. It was my first day at this school called Northwick Mixed School, and, in truth, I was absolutely terrified. I really didn't want to go, but I had to. I woke up, and went down for breakfast. When I got down, mum was already up. Must be her job.
"Morning, darling!" mum called to me from the kitchen.
"Morning, mum!" I called back.
She came into the kitchen looking worried.
"You alright love? You know, we can always enrol you into a different local school.
"Yeah, I'm fine mum. I don't want to go to a different school just yet. I can at least try this one out."
No, I'm not alright. Please tell me I HAVE to go to a different school! I thought to myself.
I only wanted to go to a different school because of Grace. Grace McNeil. That girl. The one who did the unspeakable. The one that ruined my life. Forever. Of course, mum doesn't know anything about that, and thinks we're still friends. Yeah right. After that? I will NEVER like or forgive her again. EVER.
"You alright, love? You look worried, and you just zoned out for a bit. You also look a little off-colour. Maybe you should stay off school today."
"No mum. Really, it's just nerves. Honestly."
"Hmmmmm..... If you're sure, honey."
I hate it when she calls me honey. It reminds me of dad.
Whenever I woke up, or got back from school, or, in fact, whenever he saw me, he would call to me 'Hi, honey!' It was our thing. It was the only nickname he ever gave me (except when he shortened my name). But then, 6 years ago, we got cats. We lost most of our money because of them. We could hardly afford breakfast, let alone lunch! Dad wanted to get rid of them. He didn't like cats. He hated them. Absolutely HATED them. mum and dad got into an argument. They argued every day about it. It was all I would ever hear. It worked its way into conversations and out of nowhere. Dad would just bring it up. Then, one day, out of the complete blue, dad left. He left a note on the fridge door, saying:
I'm sorry, Rosy and Annalilly. I can't take it anymore. You have forced me to leave. I really am very sorry, but this argument just got out of hand. It was either she went or I went. You didn't want her to leave, so I left.
Goodbye
Noah
Mum had turned to me, tears flowing out of her eyes. I gasped in shock.
The argument was about me. A few weeks after that, we had packed up all of our things and were getting on a plane to move away from America, as we couldn't afford it anymore. Of course the cats were coming with us.
Ever since then, I have never like it when anybody called me 'honey'. I refused to answer to it.
"Muuuuum!" I complained to her.
"Oh. Sorry, dear. I forgot."
"Again!" I said with tears racing down my face. "I'm going to school now."
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Annalilly {~ON HOLD~}
عشوائيI can't help it. Whenever I see him, my face goes slightly pink, my breathing rate increases, and I can barely speak. It's like-like.............. No. It can't be. That would be impossible! I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E!!!! Actually, no. I take that back. I m...
