Again, I dont own anything!
Annabelle's POV
I sigh as I feel the dread creeping into my mind.
"Another move?" I ask, hoping I heard wrong. I glance over at Allison, she doesnt seem too thrilled, but not as reluctant as I am either.
"Yes. Beacon hills police force need more guns. Its my job to sell them the guns." Our dad says, emphasizing about his job and giving me a warning look. Allison must not notice, because she nods.
"Yeah, I mean, besides, who knows? Maybe you'll find your next prince charming!" Allison says dramatically and jokingly while smiling. I laugh.
"Yeah well if he has a horse-drawn carriage I might just have to pass him up." I say honestly with a smile. Allison giggles before continuing her meal. I move my food around in my plate, not exactly hungry at the moment, remembering when my life took a turn for the boring and dreadful.
"Oh honey, you never know! It'll take a special boy to keep up with you two girls, though." Our mom says with a smile. I sigh. They told me to keep my mouth shut around Allison, but they're having an extreme hint contest? Really? (Team Miz WWE lol)
"Hey guys, can I go to bed, I'm really tired & Im not really hungry." I ask. It takes my parents a few seconds before they nod. It doesnt take me but a single second to get up and grasp my plate before I'm off to the kitchen and raking out my plate. I go up to my now temporary room and sigh as I lay back on my bed. The memories running through my head make me have a rush of diffrent emotions. I sigh and put in my headphones to my mp3.
Another move. To Beacon Hills. Another town, another lie.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Annabelle Argent. And I hate my life.
Forget tommorrow, I just wanna jump! - Simple Plan.