So, this is new, as in I didn't publish this story with an author's note, so I've created one! Yay! I will explain all the characters in this story and their name at the end of each two chapters (that's how I'm grouping this story) so hopefully you understand. I'll admit, it's a little odd early on, but hopefully it will make sense and follow the same storyline as Frozen! I'm so excited to share my work with you! Whoever is reading this!
"Hannah!" A voice calls to me from down the hallway. High school people. Blah. I huddle closer to my books and push back my large, round glasses. I wish I wasn't so skinny. I feel like if I were fatter, it would be easier to squish in my books. These skinny jeans I'm wearing don't make it any easier to forget I'm extremely skinny. I quickly push back a piece of my clay-colored hair. I pull my hood down lower, and shift from side to side in my Converse shoes.
"Yes?" I turn around. This Chris guy approaches me. Or at least, it seems like me. He then swerves around me and goes to meet his best friend, Valentino. He never notices me.
"Hannah!" The girl who was calling me turns to the other Hannah. I have no friends. I'm new. I've been homeschooled, until 10th grade. Now my mom refuses to teach me and Emmy at home. So, here we are. In high school. Emmy's in 11th, and she never talks to me. But I know she hasn't made any friends, either.
Why can't I make friends? I'm perfectly likeable. I'm fun, enthusiastic, loveable, amazing, and funny. I don't know why people don't like me. It's annoying.
I walk into the lunch room. I sit on the skirts of a table full of girls, in front of Chris's table. I can hear everything Chris says this lunch. I feel like such a stalker. Am I?
"And I can't figure out polynomials! Not for the life of me!" He says to Valentino, who nods.
"Sure, Chris. You can't figure out polynomials because of…" Valentino whispers the rest.
Chris slaps him. "No, I don't! Oh, here. I'll have Hannah tell you how terrible I've been. Hannah," He turns to my back, I can tell. I don't move. "Hannah?" He taps me. I slowly turn around. I'm so going to regret this.
"Yes?"
"Have I ever shouted 'Siberia' in math?" Yes, yes he has. I try to go for the funny sarcastic comment.
"No." I say flatly. Valentino smiles.
"See dude? I told you" Valentino gets a hand cupped over his mouth. Chris turns red.
"He doesn't know when to stop with something. He's nuts." Chris tries cover up what just happened. Does he talk about me or something? I figure I might as well ask.
"Why do you not let Valentino speak? Do you talk about me embarrassingly?" I ask. I've never been told not to do this.
"Oh, dude. She's totally smart, it's hot. Lucky you." Valentino smiles as he says this. Chris puts his head in his hands.
"Yes, we do. Hannah, right? Anyway, are you new? 'Cuz I've never seen you before." Valentino smiles more. Why, is this funny?
"Yes, my name is Hannah. I'm new. May I sit with you?" I ask. Why did I do that?
"Of course, Hannah. Did you know that Chris likes you?" I'm not surprised to hear this.
"Yes, I did. I think he'd like to be my friend, because he does often stare at the back of my head and asks to be my partner. He seems to be having trouble with math, and I'd offer to help him, but he doesn't seem to want it. He hasn't asked." I say seriously to Valentino. He looks bewildered.
"Dude, Chris doesn't like you like" He gets another mouth cupping.
"Will you help me- I'm failing math I was supposed to master a year ago!" His eyes widen as he looks hopefully at me.
"Sure. Where would you like to study?" I ask.
"The library after school. Great, so it's done. I'm gonna go now." He leaves and pulls Valentino behind him. I'm left to eat my already unappetizing meal with nobody. Come here, fried meat of unknown origin. High school, blah.
Chapter 2
Chris and I sit in the library with a big algebra 2 book open. This has been going on for about three weeks now. Every day. I've convinced my mother and sister that I'm always at a club. They seem to believe me.
Chris has trouble with polynomials, but I help him through it and prompt him. I look down to the book and attempt to make up another problem for him. I feel like I'm being watched.
"Yes, Chris?" I ask, not looking up. He's so weird. And quirky. And cute. Why do I think like this?
"Um, Hannah?" He talks like he's venturing into a battlefield of bombs, ready to explode at any moment. Like just one wrong step might blow him up.
"What? I'm not going to explode if you ask me some math question." I say.
"No, Hannah. It's not about math. That's why you'd explode." He leans on the table we always sit at. I look up. I rarely give him this opportunity to look at me. Apparently I'm pretty, as Valentino says. I've also been sitting with them at lunch, it's like they've accepted me into their group.
"Valentino is right. I know we're strictly friends and tutor and student, but I can't stop feeling like a person. I wanted to ask you to go to the school dance with me. Will you?" He looks at me hopefully.
"A dance? With dancing?" I ask. I don't dance.
"Yeah, but you don't have to dance. It should be really fun, and Valentino dared me to ask you, and I thought I should… Hannah?" He looks at me. I'm startled. This was a dare. He doesn't really care about me. He asked me out for the first time, on a dare. Really?
"When's the dance?" I ask.
"Next Friday. So, you'll come with me?" He looks happy. He was right, I am going to explode.
"Look, I know you don't actually care about me, so if you could be serious with me, I'd love that. You may see me as weird and socially unacceptable, but I have feelings. All of them. It disappoints me to know that you pretend to love people because Valentino dared you to. I thought you were smarter than that. You're right. I do explode." I pick up my math book, my backpack, and I leave. Chris looks heartbroken, sitting there. Not knowing what just hit him. Well, he's a jerk. So he should know.
End of chapter 1 and 2. Author's note: Hi! So, Chris=Kristoff and Valentino=Sven and Hannah=Anna and Emmy=Elsa. Do not ask me where I got all these names for the characters, it's called nowhere. Except my brain maybe. Keep reading.