Not a love story

Chapter 1: Princess Annie

"I've been in the same position, at the same time at the same place for 13 years. It had been so long yet still the same. I've been waking up early in the morning to step inside a classroom just to see him.

I became an easy target and an easy to get. I drew my crush's face but my best friend thought it was weird. I gave gifts secretly and gossiped about boys multiple times. I wrote a love letter and became a secret admirer."

"And now I am a hopeless romantic with no romance at all." A long sigh leaves my lips. "romance, love." I murmur to myself as I stare outside my bay window. "If only I had one."

"You did!" I hear my best friend suddenly speak. "You just had to let it go. How sad my dear Annie!"

I giggle in response. It reminds me of the first time we met.

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"A new year, a fresh start." My legs then dragged the rest of my body to take a few steps to enter the school gates. "Highschool, how exciting." I smiled not knowing if I, myself was being serious or was being sarcastic. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. Would it just be like how grade school was? Or was there more? Maybe, it is truly different.

I was early but instead of hanging out somewhere, I went to my classroom silently, sat there silently, and waited silently. I am not new to this school for I already spent my grade school years here too but I heard, highschool was way different. I did have friends from the past years but they all switched schools.

"Gosh, was school always this boring?" I thought to myself. 

"Annie." What a horrible name. I just heard someone call out the name. "Annie?" Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Annie, right?" A tall girl stood beside my seat with a pink bag hanging on her left shoulder spoke to me. 

"Wait! I remember this girl." I thought for a while. 

"Annie, right?" She asked. I pointed to myself and she nodded her head. I smiled and shook my head from left to right. 

"Jessie," Her head moved up and down while her face still looked confused. 

"I swore it was Annie." Her fingers on her chin as she was thinking out loud but she immediately shook her head from left to right. "No! Jessie, how are you?" 

"Vivian Dickinson, right?" She nods her head. 

"Oh! But please call me Viv."

"Ladies~" A dude called out. Viv glared at the boys who called out to us. "So? How's your day, beautiful." He said looking at me. Again, I pointed at myself while mouthing out "Me?" The boy nods his head. "Wanna date?" I'd be honest with his looks, he was way too ahead of himself. He was probably one of those self-centered and selfish players. 

"Look, man, no one wants to date that rude ass of yours that you call a face." Viv dropped her bag on the floor with her hands on his collar.

"Gab, there you were!" Another boy screamed as he entered the room. "Don't mess with her, she's Viv." He whispered to the boy. Viv listened with a smirk. "Sorry, Viv. He is new." 

"Fine." Her hands let go of his collar as she took her bag and wore it on her shoulder again. In the end, she smirked in victory. That tall girl at 5.6 is Vivian Dickson. She is irritating, smart, a troublemaker, sporty, famous for her high ranks -from the class president, the club president to student council secretary- and cocky. I guess her personality runs in their family. Get it? Cocky? Dickson? Oh! Never mind! 

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"Annie." 

"Oh, please stop!" From then on she had been calling me by the name she made up. A giggle left her lips in victory. She surely is a Dickson. "Jessie, I was gonna ask. Are you gonna go to the reunion?"