The Twisted Love Story Of Sloane Anderson

CHAPTER ONE: NOW WE'RE EVEN!

      "Are you Sloane Anderson?" A fatty teacher, whom I think is Mrs. Evan, questioned. I was in front of the corridor staring at the students passing by.

      I nodded. "Why did you asked Ma'am?"

       "The Principal wants to see you." And with that, she left, she didn't even gave me the chance to ask why.

      Okay.. Let me guess. The Principal will give ma a letter that states that the school is having it's "60th Foundation Day" next week and they want my father to go because half of the school's shares was his. Or, she might put me in charge for the decorations.

      I sighed.

      As I turn the knob of the Principal's office, I took in a deep breath. "Hmm. Good morning Mrs. Wellington. I heard you wanted to see me?" I say. "Oh. Yes Miss Anderson,I badly wanted to see you. Now, as the president of the Student's Council, I give you the privilege to choose the theme for the Foundation Ball and the privilege to decorate the venue as well." She says. "That would be a pleasure!" I say pretending to be surprised and happy. I am not really into these things. "Well, before that, please finish these papers first." She says handing me a few bundles of papers containing documents. As the president of the Student Council, things are made harder for me. Aside from the assignments and projects I have to finish, these papers are additional burden.

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      My Dad use to tell me, "You don't really need friends if you're clever enough to live by your own." . Yes, he was right. Friends might betray you or curse you or spread false gossips about you. My Dad is not the friendly type of person. People are scared to talk to him because of his moody behavior. My Dad is the type of person who was always right, but not until I realize that I really do need a friend. A friend to talk to, a friend to share jokes with, a friend who would make you laugh whenever you're upset, a friend who will visit you if you're sick and a friend who will visit you in the Student Council Office and give you some coffee or tell you that you needed to take a break. I am a lonely loner. I want to blame my father for telling me those, "You don't really need friends if you're clever enough to live by your own.". If not because of those, I won't be alone walking to my peaceful place now, the backstage.

       As I walk closer to the backstage, I heard someone cursing foul words. Hmm.. I guess my place isn't peaceful anymore. I gently took a step back, avoiding to make a sound. Creek! Uh-Oh.

      "Who's there?" A cracky voice of a girl utters. She might have heard the wooden stage creek.  "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt you from cursing. Don't worry, I'm going to kick my own ass out now." I say,laughing a little bit. "Sloane?" She says. I freeze as I hear my name. She knows me? Silly,of course. Everyone knows you. But wait. She distinguished me even if she doesn't saw me. She knows my voice. But, how could that be?  I mean, I don't talk to people, except the Principal and the teachers and yes, my annoying parents. "O-oh. Y-yes. How d-did you k-know?" I finally managed to say. "Silly. We're classmates in Math. So, basically, I do know you. Well, the whole school knows you. Mind if you come? I need some Student Council President advice." She says, her voice still cracky-a clue that she had been crying aside from cursing. Being the girl who doesn't have friends, I take this as an opportunity to chit-chat to somebody. "Oh. Okay." I say.

      A girl with a short black hair is sitting on one of the box, I suspect the box is a home for costumes. She is thin. Her face is composed with two, big, gorgeous, yet puffy blue eyes, a finely-shaped nose and a good shape of red lips. I wish I had eyes as fabulous as hers too.

      I stood there. I can't say anything. This girl is a descendant of Aphrodite. If a break-up is the cause of her sorrow, I can say that the boy was stupid for breaking up with such a lovely girl. Sometimes, boys are clueless. They break-up with a girl so fast without even having a valid reason. That's why I am a hopeless romantic. Boys are problems. Once they're done to take you on bed, they'd leave you.

      "I am Renesmee Blakewood." She says. "Oh." I say as I take her hand and shake it. Even if I know that she already knew my name, I still attempt to introduce myself. "And I'm Sloane An-" I say, but she suddenly cut me off. "Anderson." She finishes. I chuckled softly, which resulted her to burst out laughing. Is she bipolar or something?

      "Since you're my friend now, I think I could tell you why I'm crying lately, because, that's what friends do, right? They tell each other problems, secrets, experiences, yadda yadda yadda." She says. Wow. I'm her friend already? I think she trusts people so fast. "Hmm.." I say, unsure of what am I gonna say. "So here I go. I was walking on the hallway to get a book from my locker when some kissing noises interrupted my senses. Ha! Curiosity really kills a cat. But, I 'm not a cat, I was just trying to sound idiomatic. Alright. Where we're we? Ah! At the "curiosity". So, I followed the noise. There! At the boys' locker room, I saw my boyfriend-well, my ex boyfriend, Jacob, kissing a brunette cheerleader!!! And what did I do?" She says, dramatically waves her hand as if pertaining or pointing to something. "Well wha-" Before I could finish my sentence, she raised her hand, signalling me to stop talking. Well, I think she won't let me say something."Well, I ran here. I am so weak! I should've shoved their faces! But, I can't, because, I can't blame him. Why would he love someone who was as nerd as me? I mean, we're opposites. I love Math, he hates Math. I love shrimps, he hates shrimps. And, he's beautiful,  and I'm ugly!!! He used me. I'm so hurt." She says starting to sob, and punches her chest lightly. "No-" I say but she cut me off again. "I AM A WORTHLESS UGLY TOAD!! I AM UGLY! I AM UGLY!" She says and starts to hurt herself. "Renesmay!" I shout grabbing her shoulders to stop her from hitting her head. We raised her head. Now, we're face to face. We stared at each other. Her facial expressions changed, then suddenly, she rolled her eyes. "Did I said something wrong?" I say. I am so confused. Why is she rolling her eyes on me? "Yes you said something wrong and I hate it!" She says. I gave her a confused look. "My name is Renesmee. R-E-N-E-S-M-E-E! Argh. I just don't get the reason why people always commit mistake on pronouncing my name." She says, letting out a sigh, then rolls her eyes once again. "I'm sorry 'bout that. I just met you, so basically, I can't immediately remember your name. That won't happen again." I say.

      She lets out a soft chuckle.

      "Okay! Lowen!" She says. I glared at her. I hate people who calls me "Lowen" because, it sounds so boyish.

      "Now we're even!" She says laughing.