crimes.

intro.

Intro;

            "Now let me tell you 'bout the good life,
                           I have a million different kinds of fun,"
                                              - Pierce The Veil, Disasterology

"Anna Rose Berry," Matilda sung behind me before throwing herself at me. I rolled my eyes at the nickname before retrieving her hug.

         
"I told you to stop calling me that." I whined as she pulled away, pouting my bottom lip.

         
"But it's so cute," she complained back.

          
"I'm not cute, Matty."

          
"You aren't, quote on quote, "rad" either," she chuckled as I stuffed my bag into my locker. I let out a short sigh as I attempted to pick up my math book, something that weighed over a ton, and all of my other first period class binders.

"Well anyways, I overheard Hannah and Lucas had a one night stand and now Hannah wants more." Matilda begun, my ears drowning her out as I heard two of the worst names ever. Lucas and Hannah. Ugh, how disgusting.

            

"Are you even listening?" She asked, hitting my arm as I closed my locker. My head snapped towards her, nodding in response.

            
"Yeah," I whispered, "gross."

"Tell me about it," she rolled her eyes, "and then, or what I heard from Vicky, is that Lucas ran away from home, but is still coming to school because if his parents found out he was skipping then he would end up dead."

           

"How is he not already?" I asked, Matty shaking her head.

           
"Honestly, I have no idea. If my mom ever found out that I was drinking or smoking than I would be put in hell."

         
"You're the most innocent, clean Christian I know." I chuckled as I set my locker's lock to zero and started to head to the office.

          
"I'm just saying." Matilda walked by my side as I darted the groups in the hallway. People running up and down the halls, chasing each other as if a murder was coming after them. Girls gossiped to each other, probably about the new rumors about Hannah or Lucas. And then the outcasts, or the nerds if you wanted to be stereotypical, chatted either about a new finished book or the math homework they found incredibly easy.

              
Then there was Matilda and I who you couldn't really put in a category. She lived with strict Christians and never did anything outside of the Bible. She went to church on Sundays and couldn't leave the house with me, ever, because to her parents I was the devil's creation. With my red tinted hair, leather jackets, and combat boots, I was accepted as the enemies daughter. Honestly, I had no idea how we became friends, or in this case, how we still are friends. With our different opinions and attractions, I guess you could say opposites attract.

             
"Good morning Ms. Brent," our principle stretched the fakest smile on her lips as I walked into the office. I mocked his actions, before turning back to Matilda and shaking my head.

            
"How could I help you girls?" Mrs. Danielle asked as she typed away at her computer. I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out a note, handing it to her. She slipped her hand away from the keyboard and grabbed the yellow sheet from my hand. Unfolding it, she analyzed it before looking up at me. "Okay, just make sure you catch the right bus."

               
"Bus? I'm not taking a bus." I stated, furrowing my eyebrows and looking over the counter trying to steal a look at the note.

                
"No, it says right here 'please excuse Anna Brent to take the bus to Broad Street this afternoon'." I looked back at Matilda, her face only looking as confused as mine. I had no necessary needs to go to Broad Street and my mother told me this morning to make sure to give it to the office, thinking she was picking me up early or something.

                
"Can I call my mom?" I asked. The lady responded by nodding her head and attendant back at the computer. I shook my head in disgrace as I walked to the phone in the back, dialing my mother's number, and waited for her to call.

                   
"Hello?" my mothers voice echoed from the other side of the phone.

                   
"Yeah, mom, why am I going to Broad Street?" I asked, watching as Matilda walked out of the office as the first bell rung.

                    
"I told you yesterday, you have to meet your father for the diner." She answered, but hesitated her last words.

                     
"You did not tell me this earlier," I stated, placing my books on the table as my arm was getting tired and numb.

                      
"I did to. Now, make sure you catch the bus and I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." And then the other line went dead. A silent growl left my throat as I hung the phone up myself.

                      
Gathering my books back into my almost dead hand, I left the office. Still confused and concerned about everything, I knew it was going to bother me until the hours finally came that I had to aboard a bus.

                        
Knowing of my great hatred for buses, I knew I would regret everything I did today.

                         Absolutely everything.