I was never one to believe in fairytales…until I met him.

RRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG uggggg I thought as I hit my snooze button. For the third time. Then I actually looked at the time. Oh crap, its seven thirty. Then I attempt to run down the stair. Unfortunately I fell down them instead.

After my, well what seemed like a thirty second shower. I head upstairs and grab the first cloths that I could find. It turned out to be two shirts. So I look in my dresser again, only this time more carefully. I decide on my favorite blue shirt and matching skirt. Then I end up searching for my flip flops. I found a pair… They didn't match the outfit but they fit and matched each other. I figured it would have to work. By this time I realize that I have about five minutes to get to my new school on time.

I barely made it. As soon as I got there I ran straight to the office to receive my schedule and locker number. After exiting the office, I attempted to run to my locker to drop off my book bag. Of Course since it was my first day here it was full of new notebooks and folders… and of course my favorite book: The Secret Garden. It has been my favorite book since I first learned to read.

I slowly head to my first class…because well I was already late and who wants to be the girl who was late on her first day. You know when everybody stops what they are doing and start to stare. I open the door. CCCCCRRRRREEEEAAAAAKKKKKK. Great! That won't get anyone's attention at all. They all look up, and I can feel my blood starting to fill my cheeks.

I look around trying to find the teacher. Her desk is across the room and in the back corner. I make my way over to the gigantic oak desk. "Ummm" I look around trying to find a name. "Ummm Mrs. Hanson". She looks up. Her gray-blue hair moves along with her movements. Although it moved as if it had a mind of its own. She looks at my paperwork.

"Well class" Mrs. Hanson said. "Meet Annabelle". There is an empty desk at the end of the second row. I slowly get my assignment list and head to the empty desk. I don't mind not knowing anybody here. At my old school I was basically a loner, well until…no! I will not allow myself to open the newly closed wounds.