So, I think this was my FIRST FIRST Fanfiction, actually. Its the first story I've written that takes place in a TV universe. I mean, I've written stories before with my own characters and stuff, but this is the first fanfiction I've written. So hooray for memories! I just can't believe I haven't posted it yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Weeping Angels. Lily and Anna are mine.

I swear my toes have frostbite! What's surprising is the fact that they are covered by thick, fluffy socks in my big black snow boots! Snow hasn't really begun to fall yet, but it was very cold. My snow boots were warm, and stylish! Usually when I walk to school, it isn't that cold, but usually, I don't have to walk to school at FIVE IN THE MORNING!

I shivered in my wool winter coat, with my hands tucked snugly in the pockets. My jeans have never been colder; I think the frostbite is eating away at the fabric. Worst of all, my heavy backpack, filled to the zipper with unused textbooks, was so heavy, that it was twisting my spine into a Frenchman's pretzel. I was worried that the next time I saw the strap would be in an x-ray. It was so early. I was so tired that I forgot why I was walking to school in the first place.

"Remind me again why we are walking to school before the sun is even up?" I said to my best friend in the entire world, Lily Collins. When I spoke, my voice shivered with the rest of my body.

"Why do you sound like you've spent the night in a freezer?" Lily asked me. There was no sound of any kind of shiver in her voice.

"How do you not sound like you've spent the night in a freezer?" I replied. Why do I even ask? Lily, in the cold morning air, wore a baseball cap with her sleek, black hair coming out the back in a ponytail, spaghetti straps, which aren't even allowed at my school, jogging shorts, and flip flops. She looked like she was ready for a day at the beach, not like she was ready to go to school on what to me, feels like the coldest day of November. Lily raised a questioning eyebrow at me.

"I live in a freezer!" Lily laughed. I have no idea why she was laughing. When she says she lives in a freezer, she actually means it. I think her dad had a job as a polar bear in the Arctic at one point or another, because year round, he insists of having Lily's house at forty-five degrees. Her room is colder than a meat locker! I stayed over at her house last weekend, and I had to go home in the middle of the night because my sleeping bag was so cold. I think that incident made Lily's dad feel bad, so he tried to make the house warmer. He raised the temperature by one degree. That, and I really mean this, is so excellent progress. As for Lily, any other person would think her clothing choice is ridiculous, but if I had to live in that house daily, I think I would adjust pretty fast. However, while her house is super cold, my house is super-hot. Neither of us are comfortable at each other's houses, so usually we end up going to the movies.

"Believe me; I know you live in a freezer." I commented.

"Guh-doy!" Lily responded.

I raised my eyebrow at the 'guh-doy' thing. Ever since she and I went to Wreck-It-Ralph in theaters, she suddenly started saying 'guh-doy' all the time. It's really annoying.

"Okay, I have got to keep you away from Wreck-It-Ralph." I told her. "Guh-doy!" I added in a mocking tone.

"Fine, then no more Lemony Snicket!" Lily retorted. Dang it! My hands were tied.

"Return of guh-doy!" I shouted punching the air. We laughed for a long time.

Yes, that was the beginning of the day. It was a nice beginning. There was no indication that the day ahead held weeping, and fright (and a lot of running, if I may add). My name is Anna Hathaway, and this is the story of the day I died.

My laughter immediately melted once we set foot on the school grounds. My worst fear, my most terrifying nightmare, stood twenty feet away from me. My heart started to pound as it always does when we reach school property.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no sissy. In fact, I am nearly fearless. Lily's afraid of everything from the dark to spiders. If she even catches a glimpse of a picture of a spider, she'll start hyperventilating. Me? I once spent a night in my grandmother's creepy, dusty, shadows and creepy knickknack filled basement, just for the heck of it. And when I say that the masks were creepy, I mean it! But the one thing I was really afraid of, stood in front of the school, day after day; a weeping angel statue.

Call me crazy, but yes. I am afraid of a statue. Don't you ever wonder why I don't like school? Wait… shut up, nobody likes school. I don't mind the learning and all that, but the reason I don't like school is because I always find myself peeking out of the window to make sure that the statue was still there and has become unchanged. I know, I know. I am insane. I'm not afraid of every statue, just this one.

Because it moves.

Don't believe me? I don't blame you. I am crazy. But it's a well-known fact that the weeping angel statue has been there, resting on its podium since 1943. In those 70 years, there is no chip in the paint and no crumble in the stone. You would think it's faded a bit, but no, it was a perfect shade of gray, just like it has always been since the day it appeared. Nobody knows where it came from. Whoever owned the place at that time came to the building one day, and it was there. I guess he didn't bother to get rid of it. Folks in the town call it a weeping angel. I am one of those folks. It's the only thing that sounds right; crying angel, sobbing angel, bawling angel, mourning angel, grieving angel, weeping angel. Take your pick. But to me, it doesn't look like it is weeping. It just looks like it covers its eyes. Almost like a hiding angel. I've peeked behinds its hands before, and seen a sort of snarl on its face. It is the snarl that freaks me out. Last month, I woke up in the middle of the night, and the snarling statue had been right next to my bed. I shrieked, sat up, rubbed my eyes, and suddenly, the statue was gone as if it were never there. I had decided that it was a nightmare, but something told me it wasn't just a dream. I was afraid of the statue before that night, but after… I have never been more paranoid. When it appeared next to my bed, I realized that it not only could change positions on the podium, but it also could leave the podium. I've been on my toes 24/7 for a month. And every day after that as it has always done, the statue moved, just a little bit.

I slapped my hand over Lily's laughing pie hole. She objected, but her words were muffled.

"Wusk arf yoll doofing?" Lily asked. I didn't answer. "Annash?" She called, extremely muffled, and sounding rather annoyed. "Hi thick youn cushang my wickpipe!"

I ignored her, as I watched the angel closely. Suddenly, my palm felt disgustingly warm and wet.

"Eww!" I yelped as I pulled my hand off Lily's mouth. I glared at her. "You licked me!" I growled.

"And you were covering my nose and mouth, and your other hand was crushing my windpipe!" I heard her stifle a laugh. Her eyes suddenly turned completely serious. "Why were you trying to kill me?" Lily questioned.

I turned and pointed at the statue.

"Two words: Ang-gel!" I heard Lily razz. She exhaled sharply and answered me with an agitated tone in her voice.

"Seriously?" she huffed. "This again? For the last time, Annabeth, the statue doesn't move because it's a statue!"

She started stomping off towards the school. She was clearly angry. It wasn't obvious because of her tone. It was obvious because she only calls me by my full name, Annabeth, whenever she was really mad.

"Lily!" I called after her.

"Sorry, I can't talk right now; I am too busy being abducted by aliens," she called back.

"Lily!" I yelled again.

"Sorry, getting probed!" She disappeared through the double doors of the school.

I took a second to study the statue. My heart beat faltered for a moment. I hurried forward, down the side walk. I jumped onto the podium with the statue as I studied its fingers, which yesterday were sticking straight up into the air, were now curve towards its face. It has moved once again. A shiver ran down my spine as I repeated inside my head, 'It's all in my head! It's all in my head!' It didn't work. Then I made my second mistake.

My first mistake was stepping onto the podium with the angel. That could have been my end. My second mistake was the one I had just made.

I blinked. My heart lurched.

"Oh my g-d!" I spluttered. I half stepped, half fell off the podium and into the bushes. I stared up at it with leaves in my red hair.

The statue had moved.