Through Her Lives

Annett

Morgandy wasn't in her room. Annett was sure of it, she had been checking for the last few hours. It was edging of one o'clock and her bed hadn't been slept on.

She'd even checked Morgue's room in search of a note saying something about hating the school. She found nothing. She was worried. Girls didn't go missing at Ashby Brymore Grammar. It was unheard of, but girls at Ashby Brymore Grammar didn't run away either so she decided nothing like that could have happened. Plus, Morgandy had seemed like she was almost enjoying the school the last time she'd seen her. It had only been that morning as she watched her run around the oval, doing her usual ten laps before heading to breakfast.

Ever since the day Morgandy had punched and indirectly saved her, Annett had been curious, it was such a strange event. This was no ordinary girl. She noticed her odd little habits, she always closed doors she walked though, specially her door. She even randomly walked up to them for the specific reason of closing them. It was nearly obsessive compulsive. She constantly worked out. She surveyed the rooms she walked into, her eyes always darting around the area.

 Morgandy always seemed to be caught up in her own little world while still surveying this one, weeks had gone by while she watched Morgandy move through the corridors. Sometimes as silent as a ghost, but never as unseen, where ever she walked the girls lowered their voices. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to feel every girl turn to stare at you as you walk past, or to have no friends to turn to at the end of a long day.

She felt pity for her, having to fend for herself in such a big school though she got the feeling that Morgandy didn't mind at all. In fact maybe she preferred not having friends.

Now, Annett walked through her room, touching things that Morgandy would have touched. Looking at the made bed, she walked slowly into the bathroom. Her room was clean, untouched by messy teenage hands. Rummaging through the many album cases that were on top of the stereo, punk, rock, hip hop, heavy metal, there was everything you would expect her to listen to. Confused Annett looked further, she had thought Morgandy would be different to what she seemed. Maybe she had been wrong. Finally she hit the jackpot, stacked behind her hundreds of albums were records. Slip after slip of old music, some the covers were so old they were dog eared and falling off. It was an odd sight and even though it was exactly what Annett had been looking for it still shocked her. Careful to just flick through the many records, she covered them back over and looked further through the bathroom. There was nothing else giving her the impression that Morgandy was hiding any major secrets, so she walked out, careful to close the door behind her.

Walking slowly back to her room, she pondered her next move in her new detective role. Annett thumped down on her bed, laying down and staring up at her canopy looking for a clue into this girl's life. Who was she and why she was here. It was almost like any bad cliché movie. New girl comes to school and there's something weird about her and then they find out she's a serial killer that just escaped from jail or something. 

Not cool.

The school was prestigious for its upper class student body. The fact that they had even let Morgandy in, with her attitude and appearance, even though she's some corporate couple's daughter means something. It bothered her and she didn't know if it was good or bad.

Her eyes flickered tiredly. It had been a long day. The air was growing colder and the sun had almost disappeared. Everything was quiet outside, it was so peaceful. She drifted asleep wondering how she would get around this dead end. Her mind didn't even drift in the direction of the bagged shoes in her wardrobe.