It started on one of the many days of my sophomore year. I wrote down whatever horror story fell out of my head. So I was known for always carrying around a journal. I spent every free moment writing in. I later typed them on my computer and upload it. And i'm proud to say I had fifty-three followers. It was just a normal day I pulled on a some black form fitting jeans that had more than a few holes. And pulled my usual black skull t-shirt. And an oversize jean jacket. Finished with a pair of black combat boots. I was probably gonna get dress coded at some point. But I was too late to care. 

I walked downstairs and grabbed a granola bar. Kissed my mom bye. And ruffled my little sisters hair on the way out the door. She was six years old and still let me play with her hair. And to mom’s dismay she's picked up on my goth sense of style. Kiely often steals the most hard core goth shirts out of my closet and wears them as dresses and accessories with my punk jewelry. Moms really hoping it's just a phase. Knowing Kiely it probably isn’t. I practically ran to school since I was pretty late. Thanks to my alarm not going off. Out of breath I walked into science class and got comfortable in the back. Thankfully the bell didn’t ring yet. 

I was lucky enough to not have a partner to deal with. I’ve never been good at small talk. I got my journal out and plunged my earbuds in my ears like always. By then Mrs. Boid was in her usual position in the front of the class. But someone was next to her. A girl my age. She had long strawberry blond hair and light sky blue eyes. She was tall and thin but somehow muscular looking. And she wearing a black tank top and jean skirt. Topped off with a soft pink long sleeve vest. She looked familiar but I couldn't place her. Where have I seen her before? I took out my earbuds so I could hear what was being said. She scanned the room and stopped at me. 

She smiled one of those drop dead gorgeous smiles that boys trample each other for. I just stared back. After what I was sure to be an embarrassing amount of time I looked back down at my journal and doodled a severed finger. I'm sure my face was an embarrassing shade of red too. At this point I don't know why I try to act like I know what i'm doing. I glanced back up. Her smile seemed even brighter than before. She introduced herself “Good morning everyone, I'm Annett Rain.” 

Every boy in a ten mile radius was hanging on every word. And the boys with girlfriends in the class were trying to pretend they weren't. And the girls were pretending like later they weren't going to hunt her down for makeup tips. The teacher handed her a textbook and told her to pick any open chair. The second she started walking Mrs. Boid started another of many lectures. I kept my head down and emitted the go away vibe I perfected over the years as the new girl walked by. She sat down right next to me without hesitating. That surprised me. 

Usually people go for the person they deem less likely to freak out and stab them with a pen. And after a couple of years I perfected the unstable look. I decided my options were to try to be polite or jump out the window that was positioned next to my seat. I was on the second floor…. I might live. After stopping that train of thought I pulled out a friendly smile and looked up. She gave me a once over and covered her mouth with her hand to keep from bursting into laughter. She pretended to wipe tears from her eyes “Socializing isn't your thing. Is it?” I thought about being offended. But it wasn't worth the effort..

I sighed “It really isn't.” I admitted “But i'm proud of myself for trying.” She looked at me with an amused look on her face. But before she could reply I plugged my earbuds back in my ears and turned on I’d Rather Burn by Blackbriar. Then stuck my head back in my journal and continued to doodle on a new page. She continued to stare at me for awhile then scowled. Like my lack of enthusiasm and social skills annoyed her. After awhile she reach over and pulled one of my earbuds out of my ear and put it in hers. I resisted the urge to yank it back out of her ear. Instead I turned switched the song to I Hate U by Simon Curtis. She smirked at me. The second the bell rang without a word I yanked my earbud harshly out of her ear and left class.