untrust: the beginning of hell

chapter one, part one : the beginning of the end

[Word Count: 5,000]

         Annalyse hadn't realized she fell asleep on the bus ride. Even if she was asleep for forty-five minutes, she still was shocked that she had fallen asleep. She usually never fell asleep on bus rides or long rides in general. When she had woke up, there were about ten more people than before, making bus have eighteen students in it.

The brunette took a look out the window, which had displayed the world around her; a grassy field with lots of trees in the far-ground, with a small house and a farm near the center-side of the field. Annalyse, being good at noticing little details, could see two little girls running around from a boy around their age as if they were playing tag. It couldn't help but make Annalyse smile, wishing she had taken advantage of being outside as a kid.

When the bus moved past it, Annalyse reached into her backpack, and grabbed her portable console, a Press Play Vision 3, and grabbed a game disc and dropped it in the disc holder to play. She powered on and went her way of playing a couple games.  She replayed in her head about the upcoming year and hoping about new friends she wanted - needed - to have. She wished she had heard of this school sooner, as this would've been perfect for her and she would've never been an outcast like she had been in middle school. Maybe she would've found love, and been a possibly happier person. If she could turn back time to then and tell herself this, oh damn would she take that chance and use it to it's full, complete potential.

The bus came to a quick, halting stop after maybe twenty minutes or so, and a boy with straight black hair that was a little bit long stepped in and walked slowly down the aisle. He had lightly tanned skin, and his eyes were a chestnut brown. He was fairly tall for a fourteen-fifteen-year-old, but he was fairly quiet. He wore a black and white checkerboard shirt and plain denim jeans. He walked up to the seat right across from Annalyse and he sat down, putting his bag under his legs.

It was silent for a moment, but the fancy-looking boy seemed to have mustered up the courage to say something to Annalyse, all in the course of sixty seconds. Yes, she counted, what else is new?

"Hi," The boy said. "I'm Daniel Westwood, I'm from Florida, it's nice to meet you. Can I ask your name?"

Annalyse, taken a little back by the well-mannered introduction, breathed and introduced herself. 

"Annalyse Milton, nice to meet you as well. I'm from this lovely state but was raised in Maine. What's your talent that got you into this school?" Annalyse said, re-running how normal introductions went in her head to keep herself in check.

"I'm The Best Soccer Player, or Football Player if you prefer British titles instead." He said. "My soccer stuff is in the suitcase storage, which is probably why you couldn't tell, hehe."

Annalyse studied his posture a bit more. It was understandable, due to his height, healthy stature, and his backpack, which could possibly hold a soccer ball. He did seem fairly fit for his age, which was good for a soccer player. He seemed genuine, and he really looked nice for a soccer player.

"I'd expect a soccer player to wear their old team uniforms or something." She chuckled. "I'm The Best Video Gamer."

Danny smiled. "I haven't met a girl who was the best at video games, but cool. Teach me some time."

"Sure, if you teach me how to kick a ball," Annalyse said that, and Danny and Annalyse started laughing.

"Hey lovebirds," A loud voice said. "Do any of you got a spare pencil on you? Mine broke and I forgot a sharpener."

"Yes, I do, but can I have a name so I know who it is and why you need it?" Annalyse asked, annoyed with the interruption and snarky comment, then turned to see a dark-skinned boy around Annalyse's height, who had messy-curly dark blue hair and dark brown eyes. He had a beanie colored black with the letters AC sewed into it and wore baggy-ish jeans, as well as a "Art Will Be Your Weapon & Music Will Be Your Mouth" shirt, which was an interesting shirt from a Arts and Music Rights Activism program which was from California.