This story covers Season 1, and so, begins in Episode 1. I'll have to re-watch it all because I want it to be as accurate as possible. Excuse the shortness of this Chapter but it's more of an introduction to Abbie, and a brief one at that.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Tribe. I own Abbie, thats it really.
It was in the year before the Virus that my whole life changed. I suppose it was because of that I adapted so quickly to life after the Virus. I lived for change. My mother had always told me that change only meant that new things were coming, some good, some bad but you had to make the best of what life gave you. I however saw change as freeing; it meant you could become something new. That was what I lived by. Adapting. It was because of change that I came to find myself standing outside the door of a new classroom in a brand new school.
Taking a moment to compose myself I raised my arm and rapped on the door hesitantly, watching through the frosted glass of the window as a blurred figure made their way toward me.
"May I help you?" The balding teacher asked, swinging the door open. A few students in the front row leant forwards over their desks to look at me. I gazed up at the man in shock; it was definitely not the politest welcome I'd ever had. He took in my appearance; brand new uniform, shiny new shoes and wide-eyed expression before coming to his conclusion. "Ah, The new girl."
He beckoned me inside before leaning against his desk looking about the room. I was conscious of twenty pairs of eyes watching me intently. The teacher introduced me as Abigail Tanner, but didn't give me enough time to correct him. I always hated the name Abigail, it sounded so… serious and definitely not me. I preferred Abbie; it sounded more fun than Abigail. To me, Abigail was the kind of name belonging to some dowdy nun. None the less I ignored the name and went to the first available seat, not giving away any more information than I needed to..
The girl next to me flashed me a smile which I gratefully returned. It made me somehow feel less like a piece of meat in a lion enclosure and more like an actual person. With that on my mind I gained the courage to ask her about my next class. She welcomed me openly, introducing herself as Trudy. "Martin has History with us, don't you?" She looked up from my timetable and turned to a boy behind us who nodded and flashed me a quick smile, grabbing his books off the table and walking with us out the door.
"So you're Abigail." He said. I began nodding before quickly stopping myself.
"I go by Abbie actually, it's easier." And not as stupid sounding, unlike you I mentally reprimanded myself. Once again he smiled and nodded.
"Who are you?" his eyes seemed to pierce right through me, like he could see into my thoughts; I instinctively looked away, as if to protect myself.
It was a good question. Who was I? I definitely wasn't Abbie Tanner anymore. I shared her face, her eyes and mouth. Even her nose, but Abbie Tanner had a family. Abbie Tanner was in love with a boy named Martin. Her favorite subject was Literature. I didn't even share her hair anymore, how could I share her mind? I looked up and met his eyes.
"I don't know. Can any of us honestly say we know who we are anymore?" He looked at me, somewhat shocked, somewhat distrusting. I simply shook my head. "I'm not who I was."
"And who were you?"
Please review, because I want to make sure that I'm not completely stuffing this story up.