Annie
A little less musical than the other one.
Annie's first day at school didn't go too well.
Annie glared at the girl to the left of her. Clutching her lone friend, Tibbers, to her chest, Annie watched derisively as her classmate brushed her toy doll's slick blonde hair, humming as she did so.
She wanted the doll.
She stood from her seat and stood in front of her classmate's desk, attempting to block her view from the teacher. Annie didn't bother checking – the teacher was facing the board, writing away. She could hear the chalk scrape against the board lightly, and heard the light taps as the teacher lifted her hand to dot her I's and cross her T's.
"Give me the doll."
The girl, whose name Annie never bothered to remember, paused her brushing to stare at Annie with wide eyes. Her face contorted into an awful sneer.
"Why?" she said, and her eyes flicked towards Tibbers. Some mild disgust crawled upon her features. "It's my doll."
The teacher stopped talking and turned to watch the two girls. The rest of the class also seemed to pause to watch the confrontation. Most of the other students watched as the new girl, the strange girl with the strange bear that seemed too hot to touch, stared menacingly back at Tina, who clutched her doll to her chest in a protective manner.
"Girls?" the teacher called out, stepping away from the board to approach the two.
"Give me the doll," Annie repeated. "I want it."
The teacher tried to smile good naturedly. She had been warned that Annie had never been around other children her age previously; "Annie," they said, "has very low social skills."
"Annie," she began calmly, "you can't just demand the doll from Tina."
The teacher felt her blood freeze when Annie's menacing glare turned her way. There was a fire of challenge in her eyes, and before they knew it Annie held her teddy bear ("That's Annie's bear Tibbers," she could hear the social worker tell her, "We're trying to wean her off of him, and make her less dependent on him, but we've not really had much success yet.") close to her ear.
"Tibbers said you should give me the doll."
"Oh, yeah?" Tina said, now rising to her feet and standing a few inches over Annie. "Well, you can tell Tibbers that he smells and I'm not going to get bossed around by him!"
There was an "ohh" that echoed among the room as the children watched the confrontation unfold. Tina has always had the best toys and she knew it – she was rich enough that she was used to getting what she wanted and thought she was entitled to all the stars in the night sky.
Annie pulled Tibbers to her ear once more with a calm demeanour – perhaps disturbingly calm – before letting out a giggle.
"Are you sure?"
Tina looked at the disturbed girl in a disturbed manner. "Yes?" she said, adamantly, although confusion had begun to creep in her voice.
Annie let out another freakish giggle. "Let's see how sure you are," she hummed. Reeling her arm back, she threw Tibbers up in the air.
The social worker warned her about this too, but the teacher had caught it too late. The children screamed as Tibbers, previously a small, slightly smelly and all too hot to touch bear exploded into a large bear encased in fire.
Annie's first day at school didn't go too well.
Notes: I had to wipe my laptop and migrate to a new one and I found this.