Chapter One
"It's college now," Annabelle whispered to herself. "It's going to be different. High school was high school. College is college. The perfect place to start afresh."
But no matter how many times she told herself that, her knuckles turned white and she shivered.
But she held her head up high as she walked to her dorm, the suitcase trundling over the gravel behind. When she reached the long hallway of dorms, she tugged a piece of paper from her hoodie pocket, and uncrumpled it.
312 was her dorm number, and taped underneath was the key.
When Annabelle reached the wooden door, with the numbers 312 nailed to it, she felt as though she should knock. Loud music was already seeping through the cracks in the door.
But then she did open the door and came in cautiously.
Already, half of the room was decorated with photos and band posters, and the bed was draped in dark sheets. The radio plugged into the wall, sat on the bedside table, shaking with the volume of the music that it played.
The girl sitting on the bed was typing on a red computer, but sent a slight glare at Annabelle as she walked past, over to her side of the room.
Annabelle ignored this, but knew it was because of her hair. Long, curly, blonde hair that reached her waist always gave off the instant impression that she was a snooty, mean, popular bitch, who only got into college because her daddy was rich.
Well, one, she was never popular in high school, or anywhere, two, she got in only because of a scholarship in Art, and three, her daddy is dead.
He died recently, when she was 17, but she still hadn't gotten over it. She still sometimes cried at night, and permantly dyed her wardrobe black. He had died of cancer, and just before the chemo, which in the end was worthless, because he still died, he had a dark, reddish-brown hair, always somewhat tousled.
Annabelle started to unpack the small suitcase she had brought along with her, scattering things about as she searched for something. The rest of her stuff had been brought already to the dorm, all she needed was to unpack now.
"You met the Smiths?"
The girl's voice in her ear made her jump, and she turned her head to look at the girl crouching beside her, a photograph in her hand.
The girl had thick black eyeliner, and chestnut brown hair, straightened to perfection, a red bandana tied in her hair.
Annabelle nodded.
"Yeah," she replied, taking the photo as the girl handed it back.
"I'm Natalie, by the way," the girl told her with a smile, and Annabelle smiled back.
"Annabelle."
* * *
"Football game tonight," Natalie commented. "We should go."
"Sure. When?"
"Um... It's around 7:30, so.... yep we have about an hour and a bit," she replied, looking at her watch.
Annabelle had nearly finished decorating her side of the room. Her bed was draped in white sheets, the wall beside it covered in drawings and photographs, and posters. Her alarm clock sat on the bedside table, and her phone sat beside that, plugged on to charge.
The room was different than to what she had read about, not the normal bunk beds featured in most stories. There were just single beds, two, with no headboards or such. They each had a set of drawers, a mirror, a desk, shelves above the desk, and one bathroom for the two girls to share.
Annabelle brushed a lock of blonde curls out of her face and stared to rummange through her drawers - which were already filled with all her clothes - for something decent to wear.
She grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a dark tshirt with a random band quote on it, and went to the bathroom to get changed.
"Black black black. Y'all going for the emo look now?" Natalie commented jokingly, as Annabelle emerged.
"Don't ever say 'y'all'," Annabelle laughed, brushing away the question, but her room-mate didn't seem to notice, getting up and linking her arm with Annabelle's.
"Let's rock this joint."
* * *
"We sucked," Annabelle groaned.
"Definately," Natalie agreed. "We were such losers."
"I never liked football," Natalie's boyfriend, Oliver told them. Annabelle just shrugged.
"Dude! Ollie! Party at mine!" A voice called.
"But we lost!" Oliver yelled back.
"Who cares man? Party time!"
"You wanna go?" He asked Natalie, who nodded.
"Do you want to come?" Natalie turned to Annabelle, but she shook her head.
"No thanks. I have to get up early tomorrow,"
"Alright, then. See you."
Annabelle waved as they disappeared off into the crowd.
"Bye," she called but they were gone.
She sighed, plugging in her earphones, and switching on her mp3 player, tucking it back into her pocket as the music blasted through her ears. Starting to trudge back to the dormitories, she looked down at her UGG booted feet, not really noticing anything around her until she suddenly bumped straight into someone.
She clutched at her forehead, blinking as she muttered a string of colorful words.
"Oh, shit, I am so, so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," a voice apologised. "Are... are you okay?"
Annabelle winced, but managed a smile, looking up at a pair of hazel eyes.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, still clutching her throbbing head.
The boy had black, longish hair, and an adorable smile, as he looked down at her.
He chuckled nervously.
"You sure?" he asked again.
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm okay," she glanced at him. "I promise." she smiled, attempting to make it look as reassuring as possible. "I'm Annabelle, by the way. Annabelle Carter."
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
"Gerard Way. Pleased to meet you."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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