Annabelle got to school just before the first morning bell yet the hallway was already clear of any students, she breathed a sigh of relief happy that no one was here.
No tripping, no insults, no noise, no dickhead teenagers.
Just an empty hall and me.
I haven't felt this peaceful in quite sometime.
The first morning bell snapped Annabelle out of her daze, she quickly got her books and ran to class.
She got there in the nick of time breathing a sigh of relief before everyone in class groaned at the sight of her.
Yup I miss you assholes too.
She rolled her eyes before walking up to her desk in the back, which she acquired due to a spitball incident.
She, of course was the target.
As she walked towards her seat people kept trying to trip her so of course she stumbled a few times before rolling her eyes at their immaturity and throwing icy glares their way.
After her journey of countless teenagers sticking their feet out Ann eventually got to her seat. By the time she sat down the two sitting beside her groaned.
Yeah well it's nice meeting you too.
The teacher- Mr Anderson -walked in, a smart-casual button up shirt with black pants accentuated his defined muscles and black rimmed glasses were set atop his nose; -his swept back blonde hair and ocean blue eyes create the perfect recipe to make any girl swoon. His presence ultimately caused the noise in the class to immediately die down.
"All right class today we are going to be doing an assignment containing two parts. The first will be that you will get a journal to freely express your creativity, drawing, writing whatever; as long as there are some forms of writing in there-"
Mr Anderson writes this as quickly as he can on the white board before turning to face the class with a grin.
"-but, there is a catch."
Well, this is going to be fun.
"You will share the journal with someone else, and no you will not get to choose who; because that's my job."
I revoke my previous statement.
This is not fun.
Not fun at all.
"Okay this is how it will work. The journal-which is pretty big or thick rather-"
A few people snickered, Mr Anderson gave them an annoyed glare before he continued on.
"-will be split in half. One person will write in their side for a month, then after the month is over you give it to your partner for them to write in their side for that month and vice versa for the two months after that."
"But how do we know our partners won't look into our journals?!"
"Well, that's something you'll have to discuss with your partner Jacob. Alright, now it's time to partner everyone up-"
Mr Anderson looked around before grabbing a hat from a student he had just warned about wearing hats inside.
"Well, this is confiscated- Okay everyone write down your name on a small piece of paper, let's make this fair- and don't you dare put any fake names on there or so help me god!"
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Ugly, Beauty
Teen Fiction"I'm not exactly a beautiful girl. Scratch that I'm not beautiful at all. Im the type of girl people would stare at, not in bewilderment or awe but in plain disgust. Children cry when they see me and animals either bark, hiss or scurry away at the s...