Note: Hey this is my very first story. English is not my mother tongue. If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes or false expressions in my story, let me know, I will correct them! I have never written anything before. I hope you like it!


Chapter 1: In A Hurry

Sunlight tickles her eyelids, she wakes up. Anna sees her room illuminated in pink by the sun shining through her sheer curtains. A pile of clothes is still lying in front of her closet from when she couldn't decide what to wear to school yesterday. Turning her head she glimpses at her alarm clock. „Crap!" she whispers under her breath. It's already 7:15, her first period begins in 45 minutes and the drive from her isolated mansion to school took about 30 minutes. 15 minutes to get ready, she thought, that's an impossible task. Jumping up and nearly stumbling, she runs into her own private bathroom. Her hair's a mess, she planned to wash it this morning but clearly hasn't got time for it. She untangles her messy bun and tries her best to brush through her knotted hair, spraying some dry shampoo onto her roots, hoping it'll make the disaster on her head a little bit better. Then she's back in her room again, 5 minutes have passed, not that bad she thought, but now the hardest task awaits her: outfit and make up. She just closes her eyes and grabs something from the pile of clothes. It's a simple white lose fitting sweater. She sighs, normally she would dress more extravagant, but she can't worry right now. She grabs a dark blue skinny jeans from her closet, pulls out her PJ's and slips into her clothes. Five minutes are left, she goes back into her bathroom her school bag in her hand, fortunately she doesn't have to pack it, since she left it at her desk when she came back home yesterday, without looking at it again. Of course she had homework to do, but she rarely bothered herself to do them and she has the same classes on Wednesday and Thursday. She opens her make up drawer, a bunch of products lay in there totally unorganized, it looks like someone had spilled a make up counter in there. She catches the first foundation, concealer and lip gloss that come in sight and throws it between her textbooks, her favorite mascara is already in her bag. Racing out of her room and down two flights of stairs. She doesn't go straight to the cars, going to school with a growling stomach isn't working for her, she can't stand being hungry. So she speeds into the kitchen and packs two apples. Pushing the door open she freezes to the bone, of course she forgot her coat. Fortunately it's hanging right next to the door, so she just has to take one step back and grab it. Why does it have to be so damn cold in late autumn anyway? Sweden seriously wasn't bearable for her this time of the year, couldn't she spend her winter semesters in Hawaii, get tanned on the beach and flirt with some surfer boys? Yeah right, that would never happen anyway, no boy ever wanted to get close to her. She frowns at that thought. At least it wasn't so cold that she had to wear her super thick parka, she always felt like a sumo wrestler when she wore it. Racing to the car she sees that her driver is already waiting, he opens the door for her. He's in his early forties, she suspects, he's not exactly chatty. She takes her seat and begins nibbling at one of the apples, she's looking at the watch in the car, it's 7:35, with a little bit of luck she might be punctual. After eating she tries her best to apply her make up in the car. "We arrived at the school." a low voice said and she snaps awake. It's 7:55 she could actually make it. Jumping out of the car and simultaneously hitting her head she's sprinting to the entrance. The bell rings when she steps into the classroom.