Anna And Antasia- ON HOLD

Chapter 1- Break-Ups and Investigations!

I'm not that bothered by being invisible... It has it's own benefits, like safe-protection from bullies and such. But having the teacher not knowing your presence is TOO far! Yes, that I'm bothered by. I was always that normal girl in the sidelines, not too smart and not too jerky... The perfect kind and I'm fine with it, but apperantly normal isn't a vocabulary in the Highschool world.

I may be best friends with Alexia Joshua, the sassy, sporty, cute pretty girl, but she and I belong in different buildings. Being the smarty-pants like myself, I was moved to the senior building while Alex is still in the sophmore's... Talk about loneliness. What I learnt here is that the senior bullies are way more aggresive. I seldom get picked on cause I don't really worth bullying on, my intelligent smarties were dropping down when I landed my eyes on a Math Calculus book. I simply was too good for sophmore but not good enough for senior. With Alex being busy with Cheerleader work, Basketball practice, Dance practice AND Student council... I'm like a solo wolf! Minus the cool part.

In the WHOLE school population, Alex, Ariel and Devon are my ONLY friends. But ever since Ariel and Devon became a couple and joined the so called 'populars' with Alex, I haven't seen them as much as I do back when they were rivals. Heck, I haven't even talked to Ariel for 3 months! You see, Devon and I are seniors while Ariel and Alex were sophmores... I've seen Devon around alot, probably because he's my Japanese tutor that my mom arranged. I guess he's the only person I talk with the most? But even though, Devon has a tight schedule just like Ariel and Alex so the only time we get to talk is on French, the only class we share.

I, Anna Penta, is now walking through the crowded and busy halls, my short and bouncy brown hair waving around as I rush to my next class, French. Trying oh-so hard not to hit a nerd with an abnormal height of stacked papers or even worse, getting involved with a Jock or a Popular, cause that won't be pretty.

Panting for breath as I reach the open door, a hand touched my shoulder and I jolted. "Calm down, Ann! It's just Devon!" A familiar voice chuckled, my breath softened when I turned to be greeted by a charming and kind face. "Ya... I know that!" I scoffed. We walked in the room filled with talking and gossip, we chose a seat far in the back. I liked secluding myself, away from the other teens. It was ok sitting with Devon in French because non of the other populars sit through class, from watching movies like Mean Girls... A popular person cannot be seen sitting with a nobody like me, that would ruin their reputation. Non of my friends ever stated that but I just figured, doing them a good favour they never asked for.

"So... How's it going with Ariel?" I tried to pick up a conversation, he sighed "Not that great...", "What happened this time?" I asked with a straight face, "Amber happened..." He mumbled looking away, "The Amber Heart?!" I gasped.

Amber Heart is the most gorgeous girl in school, maybe even teachers get the same feelings but her attitude? Not so gorgeous. She's mean and just makes you wanna squeeze the daylights out of her pretty, accecorized self. But I guess I'm the only one who's plotting schemes, because the school is in LOVE with her... Let me tell you more about Amber, she is a spoiled brat that goes to school like Roseville High is a runway... Gucci all up in your face! Anything she wants, in a flick of a finger a fellow follower will come running over the hills! Trust me, I hate her! But 99% of the student body doesn't have the intelligent mind like I own. And the subject of Amber with boys? It's like she's fudging Cupid! Only she flies down and the person she shot sees her first. Now I'm sure 1% of the student body despises her like I do, I just haven't found my alllies yet. The mercy Amber gives is as small as a speck of dust, she'd do ANYTHING to keep her position as Queen. But she's now known for having a secret relaitionship with my poor Devon, I know that's not true.

Just as I raise my mouth to speak, Ms. Micella walks in, clacking her black heels as she approaches the neat wooden desk teacher's desk.

"Bonjour tout le monde!" She greets with a big grin plastered on her face. "Bonjour mademoiselle Micelles..." I mumbled. She softened her smile at me, "Merci... Qui?". I sighed, like I stated this happens a lot. "Je suis Anna, mademoiselle Micelles..." I smiled half-heartedly. I'm a quick learner and I take extra French lessons from time to time so talking with her would be like a piece of cake. "Nice meeting you, Anna!" She cheered in a heavy French accent.