Annemarie Jones

Chapter 1

I wake to the sound of my alarm clock piercing my dreams like a needle popping a balloon. I press the snooze button knowing I'm going to be late, but needing those last few minutes of sleep.

That's how the typical day of Annemarie Jones starts.

I finally decide to drag myself out of bed after the third time of pressing the snooze button, dreading another day of school. I sleepily put on some sweats, throw my hair up into a bun, and walk downstairs, not in any rush to start another day of school. Another day of hell.

I walk into the empty kitchen, switch on the lights, and begin digging through the cabinets for something to eat. There's no food, like always, and I'm running out of time, so I decide to dreamily head off to school, considering I'm just a little over a half an hour late, and first bell's going to ring in about ten minutes.

I drive the five minutes to school and get out of my car, grab my books, and head off to first period.

"Hey, Annemarie!" I hear my name being called. I turn around, but don't bother to stop walking, and next thing I know, I've collided with someone. My books are everywhere, and I've landed firmly on my butt.

"Oh shoot! I'm so sorry!" I hear the sound of the sweetest voice I have ever heard apologize to me. Me. A total wallflower. Just little, plain old me. Annemarie.

"Oh it's my fault. Don't worry about it! I wasn't paying attention where I was walking," I said quickly picking up my books, not daring to look into the eyes of this stranger. I don't want it to happen again.

"Here, let me help you," He says as he bends down to pick up one of my binders that fell across the floor.

"No, it's fine, really. I've got it," I insist, but he keeps picking up my books. I don't dare to look him in the eyes yet, because I'm scared of what will become of it.

All my books that were once spewed across the floor are now picked up. I go to take my books from his hands, trying not to touch the creamy-white skin that holds my most prized possession: my journal.

"Hey, have I seen you around? You look familiar," That oh-so-sweet voice says, and I try to look everywhere but in those eyes which I hope will forever remain a mystery.

'Uhm, I don't think so," I say hurridly, trying to get passed him to get to my class. He keeps blocking my way.

"Hey, I must say, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," He says as he tilts my chin up and my eyes are forced to look at his . My bright golden eyes then make a connection with his deep blue ones. A connection that can never be broken.