BASIC INFO:

Current Date: May 14th, 1990

Full Name: Ann Rellington

Age: 17

Date of Birth: October 19th, 1972

Looks: Long, dark brown hair, green eyes. About 49 kg, »hourglass shapped«

Personality: At first impression she may seem as a very closed up and shy person, but once her trust is earned, she is open, fun and entertaining. She doesn't care very much about the oppinons of others and lives life her own way and does what she feels like doing.

Basic Bio: 4 years ago she moved to Oakland, California, with her parents, John and Claire. Has many friends in high school and maintains pretty good grades. Is single and is perfectly comfortable with that. In her free time, she plays guitar and writes songs.

PART ONE

Another day of senior year. Everyone was walking around in the hallways, trying to get ready for the next period. I was just heading towards the chemistry classroom, when I bumped into something. Or someone. I didn't even see them. All my things fell down and I quickly began to pick them up. "Oh, hi, Annie. Sorry 'bout that." That voice sounded familiar. The mysterious someone knelt down to her and helped me pick up the rest of my things. When I reached for a notebook, our hands caught, just for a split second. Only then I bothered to look up. It only took a moment to realize, who was standing before me. Billie Joe Armstrong, a.k.a. Mr. I'm So Full of Myself. "To think I actually thought someone was trying to be nice." He stared at me and I could read his face – he was faking hurt feelings, obviously. "Oh, so that means it's impossible for me to be nice?" He was so confident in his own stupidity. "Yes, that's exactly what I was trying to say. Now fuck off, Armstrong. I'm trying to get to class here." But instead of backing off, he stood right in front of me, blocking the way. He was still staring me down and it was beginning to irritate me. "You know, I never asked, what's so wrong with me – in your opinion?" He was still in my way and it seemed quite clear, that he wasn't going to move until he gets an answer. "The fact that you're an arrogant, self-centered, over confident, stuck up idiot?" He smiled, sort of playfully. "Interesting. But you know, I've always had a bit of a soft spot for you." If that were true, I could imagine why – I was the only girl around who was able to resist Billie Joe. Everyone else fantasized about him endlessly. I was the one he couldn't get, like he'd gotten all the others. Which is why I was sort of a challenge. If he'd get his way with me, he could with anyone on the planet – that's what the school gossips used to say. "The only weak spot I have for you is my stomach – you can't imagine how hard it is for me not to throw up when I'm close to you. There, you've gotten my answer, now can you please go on with your meaningless life and leave me alone?" He laughed, again. He really didn't realize his charms or whatever he calls that, don't work with me. "I love it when you play heard to get." He finally got out of the way and walked down the hallway, still laughing at his own pointless humor. I hurried to the classroom, just before the lesson started. I didn't know why, but I couldn't stay focused, even for a second. What disgusted me the most, was that the main thing on my mind was my conversation with Billie Joe. I still detested everything about him with all my power, but somehow I couldn't get my mind of him. I felt a sort of anger and unimaginable dislike. Maybe it was just the fact, that I hated him so much it had begun to drive me crazy.