One thing I learned from moving around a lot was when you start at a new school, always keep your head down, don’t talk to anyone and don’t make any waves. I was a smart girl. I got good grades, I was a jock, and I loved drama. That didn’t put me in any particular group. The nerds thought I was weird because I liked sports, the jocks thought I was gay because I liked drama, and the actors thought I was dumb because I was smart. My dad moved around a lot, so I didn’t really make any real friends.
The other reason no one wanted to hang out with me was my style. I liked wearing baggy pants and tee-shirts, my favorite color was black, and Converse was my shoes of choice. I always wore my long blonde hair in a braid, and I was the quiet one who sat in the back of the class, who the teachers never called on, who sat alone at lunch. Sometimes I wished I had friends, but most of the time I was fine with me, myself, and I.
What most people don’t know about me was I loved music. I guess my persona said I liked screamo music, hard rock, and heavy metal; but in all honesty, I liked songs that had meaning. I even listened to classical—sometimes I would sit alone in my room for hours and simply listen to the old composers, like Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin.
Oh, well, now you know all this stuff about me and you don’t even know my name! I’m Annie Jenkins, from London. My father, Arthur, decided to leave London when my mother died, and we moved around the country trying to find work. He finally found work in a little town outside of Cheshire, called Holmes Chapel. And that’s where I met the five boys that would change my life—Marcel Harold Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan.
