My first ever fanfic so constructive criticism appreciated! Thinking of expanding it later but am feeling v. uninspired!

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Anjali walked home quickly, without pausing outside school to talk to anyone. She needed to think, she'd decided: the whole of the day she'd been incapable of doing anything. English had been spent drawing countless lines through her textbook: she couldn't do the homework now, even if she actually knew what it was. She'd been excited to start the new school year and seeing her friend again, but she'd instead spent the day feeling confused and slightly cheated. She couldn't get away from college fast enough.

Once she had arrived, she dumped her bag loudly in the corner. It was the first Friday after the new school year and, predictably, she thought, none of her roommates were home. She needed somewhere to think things over, and for that was under her bed. She liked it where nobody could see her. She never could be sure when someone would return, and the hostel's inhabitants seemed to have become more annoying over the summer. Or was Anjali just more irritable? She sighed, making a long mental list of the people who had annoyed her the past week.

Her mother.

Rahul.

Herself.

Freaky English teacher.

Girl who stole her bed. (She had reclaimed it by piling every one of her possessions on to it.)

Girl who stole her seat in class, next to Rahul.

Rahul.

Tina?

What was so wrong about Tina? Tina had been sweet to her. Tina had won an argument against Rahul (something Anjali reverently supported), she had been introduced to everyone. Everybody loved her. Everyone. Being near Tina often made Anjali want to run away. Not her fault, really, Anjali wondered. She shouldn't be so mad. Perfection is hardly a fault.

On to Rahul then, as always. Anjali knew often the feeling of not knowing whether to punch him or put her arm around him. She normally ended up doing both, but this week all she'd wanted to do was stay away from him. Actually, come to think of it, she'd been doing that quite a lot. She felt guilty. But it was his fault for confusing her. What had he said, when that stupid English teacher asked him? Love is friendship.

The way she was feeling about him right now, she decided, disproved his theory.