High School.
These words inspire fear in me. In this prison, I get pushed down and shoved into lockers. I get tormented by jocks. Who am I? How do I have the credibility to tell you this? My name is Annie Wilson I attend Coolsville High school. I'm at the bottom of the social ladder and no one knows who I am. I'm here to tell you that the happy, peaceful facade that is the school was going to crumble. It started to crumble when Shaggy returned to school. He'd changed somehow. I was about to find out more than anyone could've guessed.
It all started late September. My alarm clock went of at six like it always did and I rolled out of my bed tangled up in frilly pink covers I untangled myself and got ready for the day. I chose a deep blue top, grey jeans and light red converse shoes. I went to the mirror and started to slowly work the tangles from my chesnut and currently purple hair. I liked to change up my hair every so often. I pulled my hair into a braid and went downstairs for breakfast. My parents had already left for work. My mom was an art professer and my dad ran a construction company downtown. I was plenty used to being alone in the mornings. After grabbing a pop tart. I picked up my messenger bag and headed out the door to school.
.it was then that I saw Shaggy. Walking down the street. He wore a grey shirt as opposed to his usaual green one. The sudden change in clothes caught my attention however as he got closer I saw the scar on his face. Crescent shaped on his left cheek. Where had he gotten that? He must've known someone was watching because he turned to face me. I quickly looked away. I was an awkward person and didn't want him to notice me but it was too late.
"Hi Annie," he waved.
Wait, He knew my name? I didn't think anyone knew me.
"Uh, Hi Shaggy" I greeted shyly as he began to walk beside me.
I wanted to ask about the scar really, really badly. Curse my curiosity! My mother always tell me how curiosity killed the cat. So I bit my tongue and remained silent.
"How was your summer?" Shaggy aske.
"It was okay" I replied quietly.
"I wish I could say the same" Shaggy replied.
Why?
"Where's Scooby?" I asked instead.
"At home he wasn't feeling well"
"I hope he gets better soon"
"Me too"
A silence fell as the school came into veiw. Same as always different groups of kids hang out on the front lawn before class. Shaggy joined his friends and I sat down with a book. The day was going well so far but it wouldn't stay that way.