OKay this is my first story. I wrote this awhile ago and tweaked it abit before posting. And it being as late as it is, it may not be as good as i hope.

please review and i'll be sure to post another chapter. so Heres to my first post :)

"Who's that?" The new guy asked him, pointing to me.

"Oh.. that's Anabella, loner and total babe, but dude dont waste your time." Mike told him.

I just rolled my eyes still focused on my book. This week I decided to pretend read Tolstoy. Not that i didn't read it, I just seem to find myself listening intently to their conversations. And today i have a fairly good reason. Maybe i get some grim satisfaction hearing Mike tell these stories about me to the newbies.

"Why?" the boy asked redirecting my attention to him.

"Noone has EVER been able to get her to even speak, well except one guy. I remember it clear as day. He walked over to her and started hitting on her. It took nearly the entire lunch period before she even looked up at him. Then i haven't any idea what he said but he grabbed her arm and she looked up at him, her eyes black as night and spoke. It was the most soft and sweet sound anyone's ever heard, which made it all the more frightening." Mike stopped talking suddenly and turned his head around to glance at me. Then almost as if he knew I was listening he leaned into the new guy and whispered it in his ear. I heard him clearly as if he's screamed it in mine though and i smirked remembering that day.

"Whats her story?" The guy asked not willing to leave it alone. I chuckled inwardly. If I am correct, which i always am, Mike will say something along the lines of, 'freakshow, smokin' bod. He'll go off track of course there rambling something about asking me out when i had first arrived.

"Oh well Anabella's lived here for about three years ever since high school. Had not one boyfriend much to my dismay." he frowned and continued. "anyways she's an orphan. No family at all, lives on her own now. every lunch she sits there and reads. she's a freakshow, skinny as hell, sexy, and not to mention every guy wants her." he trailed off forgetting the other guys presence.

"Oh." was all he said before he finished getting his lunch tray. I refocused on my book but i barely read a sentence before the conversation was back in my head. "Dude where are you going?" Mike asked confused. "Our tables this way." He said again steering Justin to his seat.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he had been trying to come sit with me.

As I marked my page and walked towards my locker i found myself wondering what he might've looked like. Perhaps he looked like all the other hideous beings running around here or maybe he looked like me?
if only i had looked at him.

Alright folks. I haven't EVER posted any story online before. So please please please review this and be honest but not harsh.

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