The NBG'S

Chapter One: The NBG'S

Prologue: 

Everyone needs a place to escape. A place where they can be themselves, we're they can do whatever without being judged. For some it's writing in a journal or meditating or Hell it could even be knitting. It all depends on who you are and how you deal with things. 

My special place is known by only a few people and it’s called the Notebook. I and a couple of my best friends created it. But what is it? Well... It's our life. 

It's not what you expect a bunch of high school girls writing to each other. It's not all "OMG TYLER WAS SMOOOOKING TODAY (;”. Okay maybe a little but hardly much. It's our safe haven. Somewhere we can't be judged we talk about everything, from the most important things to how hot Tyler is. But my story isn't about that. No, but how would you feel If your special place was stolen? 

Gone? 

With all your secrets Buried within?  

Bad right? It's frigging scary.

Chapter One

I tied my hair back and started to write our story.

I can vaguely remember the day I, Annabelle Hawk, became an NBG. NBG is short for notebook girls. My first entry was the first of many.

"NBGS! This is so exciting! We're starting 8th grade and we have the notebook! We'll always be best friends!" I wrote, and now I know how kidish this sounds but I hoped. And then I was let down. I was naive when I wrote that. That was a couple years ago and the notebook has lost two of its original members. Either they changed, or the notebook did but they just found themselves somewhere else and left us in the dust. Rereading some of the entries I realized how when a NBG has "turned" or given up on the notebook their entries get shorter till it stops completely. And after they leave, they just kind of go. And they would say ‘Hi’ in the hallway, but we heard the stuff that they got into. We've added three more members since those two left.

But before there was the notebook there were the notebook girls. All with their own perks and peeves.

First is Jane. The notebook was her original idea; she's the designated "smart" person. Not that she's nerdy or we’re dumb, she's just slightly more normal than the rest of us. She has blond hair to her chin and luminescent blue eyes. I can honestly say she's one of my favorite NBGS. But don't tell her that, I hate her! She’s the one I’m closest too, and probly the one who is always there for me. No matter what crap I give her.

Next, would be Sarah. She's the drama queen of our group. Our "showoff". You know, she has all the talents and looks but still finds something wrong? Yeah that's her but I love her to death. She has murky green eyes and short blond hair with random pink bangs. She’ll sometimes get these swings though. One minute she’s completely crazy and hyped up, and then she’s mellowed and creeping people out with her thinking face.

Like every group we have the "demon" or our “Bad ass”. She wishes, but that would be J. All this girl likes is the color black and drawing her demonic pictures. She can draw amazingly, though.  Like every girl she has her fair share of problems. But I try to help her through what I can

Our next boo, is Nicole. She is out "Scene" kid. She has EVERYTHING. Her personality is so colorful. She should be extremely popular but she chooses to hang with us. Sometimes, I will get this feeling from her though, like she tells us one thing but means another. I don’t know we aren’t that close.

Other than me, our last girl is Renee. She’s our shy girl. But she hyper and extremely energetic so we brought her into the notebook.

Lastly-"ANNABELLE, DID YOU WALK THE DOGS?" My mother screamed.

"No, mam. I'll do it now!" I said politely back. It’s better if I don't fight it, or she'll bitch to my dad later. And that ladies and gentlemen, is the sound of my mother. We don’t nessarily get along. At all. Actually, I think in one part of her she actually hates me. She won’t admit it but sometimes when she looks me in the eyes, I can tell. I can see her disappointment.

I undid my hair and all of a sudden my brown wavy hair fell into my face as my feet where knock out beneath me. I look up to see the attacker panting and sitting in front me. We lock eyes and he licks my face. It was my dog Charlie he was short and chubby but he’s my dog. So as always, I clipped him and my other dog Rover and walked them down the hill and finished my original thought.

Lastly, there's me. Plain Jane (Not JANE Jane) Annabelle. I’m a wall flower and people usually over look me. I hate drama when it circles around me. My past totally sucks. My face is I guess oval and has one too many pimples. My hair never goes the way I want it too. I sound complainant. When seriously I’m not. I’m a fun go lucky klutz of a person.

And again, I was cut off, but this time from my cell phone. And for a second I swear, my heart stops for the second time in my life.

"I have your book."