Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. All the characters read about in this Fic have been created by the wonderful Kurt Sutter. I do not wish to take any credit and I am writing only as a hobby and a way of complimenting his work.

I would like to apologise for any grammatical errors and such. Please bear with me! I write the chapters quite late and although I go over them I usually manage to miss some stuff.

Also I would like to thank everyone for the read and for the very generous reviews. I'm so pleased that a few of you have picked up on the innocence of both Jax and Tara. I know we all love the badass Jax and soon-to-be-Queen Tara in the Anarchy TV series, but this fic is set before Jax is vice president (though he's not a prospect just an ordinary sons member). So he has yet to discover for himself the extent of violence and illegal affiliations the club inhabits (He knows it goes on but as of yet hasn't been a strong participant, the club we see on TV has already had a few years experience of gun running and that's something I'll be looking into, experimenting with how or why they are the club that they are today).

With Tara I've kept true to her independence and strong will. At this point she's realising that at the moment she can't have a life in charming if she's to succeed in becoming the person that she wants to be. Living up to her own expectations this time round (On the show we see her trying to fit in with the club but here she's trying to fit in with herself) is number one on her agenda-We'll see how Jax and their relationship interferes with that. I probably should have mentioned that in a disclaimer in the first chapter but my bad!

I walked alone to my next science class. I couldn't find Marcy but I didn't mind cause I knew David wouldn't try to talk to me if I saw him on the way.

He always had gym when I had science and his love of football meant he always tried to get to class quickly.

I didn't like the seating plan of the science rooms. The lab tables were designed to fit four people and that meant two people would get bad necks from having to turn around to read the board. It worked well if you were doing an experiment but otherwise I didn't like having my back to the teacher.

I took my place with Sarah, Marcy and Ben. I didn't walk quick enough to the table so it was me and Ben who would be getting whiplash this lesson.

I got out my books and waited patiently as Mr Sharpe did the register. He then began to tell us that we would need to buy a pigs heart from a local butcher to dissect next lesson. This excited me.

I was fascinated with anatomy. Not in a morbid sense, but I loved to know how everything worked and why it did so in such a particular way.

Today's lesson was aimed at preparing ourselves for Fridays procedure. We were to work from textbooks and study the hearts form. Ben chivalrously offered to get me a textbook from the cupboard, but this was so he could ask to borrow a pen.

I thought it was polite anyway but it got me a dark look from Sarah which I didn't appreciate.

Ben was a hard worker, but his subject was geography.

We worked on the given questions together which only made Sarah's face more sour. I pretended I didn't know the answer to question 6 and asked her to help, but this only made things worse for myself as she genuinely didn't know.

I think she knew what I was trying to do and although her expression softened she was still a bit icy, her grey eyes were cast down to her work with agitation. Marcy at least offered me a sympathetic smile.

Trying not to help Ben didn't do much good so in the end, I wasn't going to let his education suffer for the sake of face. I gave him my answers and went over the diagram of the heart with him.

He was leant over his science book toward to our shared textbook that I was holding. At the time I didn't think anything of it but our shoulders were leant together and I caught Sarah looking.

I knew she had a thing for him but I didn't realise she would be so possessive.

I moved the textbook closer to him so he might move over but cluelessly, he didn't.

I decided my best defence was to play dumb and ignore Sarah, I'd just talk to her at lunch or make sure next lesson she was sitting next to him.

My questions were finished before most others so I took my time to watch everyone. People watching was one of my favourite pastimes. Often on weekends I'd go to a diner and just sit there all day drinking smoothies. Watching everyone go about their lives oblivious to my nosiness.

The class was fairly small, like most others due to Charming's small population. I wondered what everyone would be doing in ten years time. Where we would all be, and what we would be doing.

Marcy was already set to inherit her mothers salon which she'd often gush about, and I found myself questioning the idea of being happy if I was stuck here for the rest of my life. It was easy for her, she knew exactly what she wanted to do and it was easy for her to do it. The salon was a family business so she could drop out of school now and start work if she wanted to.

But what if I wanted to go to university? What would I study? Charming's college was only small and had courses that best accommodated small time towners.

I loved education, and I loved helping people. But how could I do either of those if I stayed here?

It saddened me to think I might not be able achieve what I wanted. Moving away would need money, something which I didn't exactly have. How would I plan it aswell? University applications have to be sent off by Christmas which only gave me a couple of months.

I looked around at everyone, trying to find someone who was perhaps worrying about the same things as I was.

Everyone was busy with their work.

Loneliness is an emotion I've struggled with. I'm alone at home, and now at school. Would I be alone if I moved away?

It took a while to realise that Jax wasn't in class. My previous chain of thought was pushed aside my expectance to find his smile. But he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe that's why he didn't want to walk to class cause he wasn't going to be there?

Why did he ditch so often? If wasn't that much of an inconvenience to go to class. He could just sit and not do any work, with his charm the teachers probably wouldn't notice.

He was smart aswell. From what I'd heard his grades were fairly high even without showing up to class. I can only imagine what he'd be capable of if he put the effort in.

Was it odd that I was thinking about him?

I don't think I've ever paid any attention to him before.

The heat of the room was starting to get to me. Cause it was science most of the walls were made up of windows, which produced a greenhouse effect.

I rustled my jacket as quietly as I could, embarrassed by the fact I couldn't take it off because of my bruise.

I've slipped up before and accidentally forgotten to wear a long sleeved top or jeans instead of shorts to cover bruises. But my lies about falling down the stairs or tripping in gym class covered them. This one however would be a give away if found out.

You could see the hand print a mile away.

And I'm sure someone would have seen how much liquor my dad buys and a weekly basis. Or at least heard the chinks of glass when I put the trash out- I have to double line the bags just so they won't break.

I think I'd die if someone found out just how much there was. And it would travel round town so quickly.

Shit. Sometimes I hated my dad.

The bell rang and I was glad to get out of the classroom. I just needed to get outside. I needed space to breathe.

I'd told Marcy I was just gonna go to the library quickly and meet her back in the canteen for lunch, but I don't think I had it in me to listen to everyone's gossip.

I just wanted to be alone for a bit. I was in a sulking mood.

I'm honestly not usually one for feeling sorry for myself but I think things were starting to get to me. Not just with my dad but with everyone.

The pressure I felt was always contradicted. They all wanted me to do well and make something of myself, but not do too well as to outgrow this town.

Why was I such an outsider?