"Annabeth?" Dad called out in a hurry.
"Yes, Dad. I will be down in a bit," I replied as I realized not only was I late for my first day of high school, but also that Dad was getting late to work. After the divorce, Dad had not cried or become depressed, but instead he became obsessed with his work.
Sometimes he would not return home for days or weeks, or even months, and he would often take double shifts. I, on the other hand, took my parent's split very harshly. I cried for weeks. I did not study and passed my finals with a 'D' somehow.
This was the worst grade that I had ever gotten; I usually love to study. No, I would not call myself a nerd. But I always manage to get good grades. I wanted to ask Dad about the reason Mom left, but I never had the guts to actually ask him. Mom left us long ago, and I have come out of the depression phase successfully.
I am sixteen years old and it is my first day as a freshman in high school. I don't think my past will be a hurdle. I believe that the past should remain in the past, unless it makes a difference in your present.
"Anna, I had my breakfast and now I am leaving because at your pace, I will also get late. So have your breakfast fast okay? And don't be late on your first day," Dad said with a slight frown. He handed me a plate of fruits and some toast to eat.
"Okay Dad, I will. Just calm down... it's just school we are talking about." I replied in a rather not-so-excited tone. I don't know what the big fuss is about high school.
I could see how excited Dad was; he always reacts in this hyperactive manner when I have a special day, or a milestone. When I was younger, I was the most important person for everyone. But now that I am older, the princess phase has passed by, and I hardly like any attention. School was just a few miles away so I could easily walk there within fifteen minutes.
"Bye, Anna. Don't forget to have fun, and all the best!" Dad waved and smiled as I took a last glance at him. He closed the main door to our house to leave for work.
"Bye, Dad. Love you."
My dad is irritating most of the time, but he still loves me and - not to forget - he did not leave me like my mother had. Like me, Dad has also gone through a lot of difficulties. I quickly ate my breakfast, before someone was going to call me.
"AANNNAAAAA" a loud noise crashed into my ears. Call for the devil, and she is here. That definitely will be my BFF, also known as - my bestie, also known as - my neighbour. Yes, and the best part is that her window is so close to my minw, that our rooms practically face each other and... Wait, let's start from the beginning.
Susan - she came into my life right when I needed her. A week after the divorce, her mom, dad and her moved into the empty house near mine. It may sound like a coincidence, but I named it fate. I am shy but she is the total opposite. I first saw her by the window, when she screamed the same way she had right now - but the only change was that she said, "HHHEELLLLLOOOO." Gosh, Susan is so loud! Once I got to know her I realized that inside, she was just like me. I always wished to have the same confidence as her. From the outside however... she has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is six feet tall. She loves the color pink, and hates boys - except one boy of course - and that's Josh. He was Mr. Popular, captain of baseball team and blah blah blah... He was the typical perfect guy that girls dream of. Susan had a huge crush on him.
She is such a talkative girl but around him, she barely speaks a word. Susan and I have shared everything with each other since the day we met. She is more like my savior than my bestie. She supports me so much, in so many things. I love her a lot more than she can imagine, and thank her all the time for the good things she has done for me.
Susan always wanted to be in the popular group, but sacrificed that life after I said I did not want to join that group; I love to do my own thing with as few people as possible. She is street-smart whereas I am book-smart. A great combo indeed. One day, I hope Josh realizes that there are more amazing girls around him than his stupid girlfriend Kate.
"AAAANNNNNAAAA!!" That scream definitely put me on my toes. I went upstairs to reply to her. "Yes...yes, I will be down in a minute Susan," I replied and caught my breath. I looked at her, and she appeared as annoyed as ever, waiting in front of her window for my reply.
The thing that always triggers Susan is tardiness. I need to pick up my pace. I took my black leather bag, put my books in it, and was almost ready to go. I had already dressed up in my ripped jeans and black sweatshirt that had a golden slogan saying 'food is life.' My height was pretty average, which made anything look good on me. Comfort was key to my style.
I kept my long brunette hair in its natural form. I picked up my round black specs without which my concentration level never stays and I will be found napping in class. Makeup was not my thing, so I just put some lip balm on my pale lips to keep them moisturized throughout the day. I put on my white Converse shoes and finally was ready to go.
It was already 7:45 a.m. Only fifteen minutes left. Damn, I got to hurry. Spectrum high was as far as the woods were, but in the opposite direction. That was the sole reason for me to join it. Getting over my phobia of the woods is easier said than done.
"So, excited much?" Susan asked with a curious face and a hint of a smile. She also wore ripped jeans in black and a cropped pastel pink top. Her blonde hair was done up in curls. Susan was really good at applying make-up, and she kept her look natural - but for me, it looked like a lot. She even wore heels - kudos to the extra effort that people like Susan take for their 'first day of high school' outfits. I can never imagine myself doing that. I nodded a 'no' in response to her question.
"Oh, come on, are you not excited about the things that will happen this year? I mean it is high school, after all. Everybody has been waiting to go to high school. We get to go to prom, date hot guys, and even skip class sometimes without our parents being called. Nobody cares." Susan blabbered in excitement, while I was uninterested. I concentrated on whether we were walking the right way to go to school. "Anna, you know you are the only one who does not like a guy or have a crush on anyone in our class!" She was trying to get my attention.
Guys are annoying and I cannot stand them. In junior school, I had a boy as my partner for the first time. He punched me the same day, giving me a deep cut on my upper lip which bled a lot. And in middle school, there was a guy who had no idea how to spell 'science.' I lost in boys hope after that.
"Of course not. Betty is there too," I hastily replied.
"Betty is fat and sleeps during lectures and she is not even present in class half of the year. How do you expect her to like or be liked by a guy?" Susan said, rolling her eyes.
People say that when you look at a guy, your hormones play their part and you just know that you like him. But I have not yet come across a guy that made me feel that way. Not even Josh, for that matter. But my BFF does not agree with me, and has sworn to get me a guy by the end of the year. God, I hope she does not end up crying because of me as I am very sarcastic.
Well maybe I am picky or just waiting for the right moment.
"Susan, you don't need to do this for me. I can take care of myself, as well as my relationship status. And when I see the right guy, it will eventually happen. And when it does, you will be the first one to know about it. I swear," I said with pouty lips.
"No I won't." Oh, how I knew that was what she was going to say! Nothing works on her. She just turns immune to me when I talk about stuff like this. Damn.
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