Chapter Four: Psychological

Hannah slowly opened her eyes, blinded by the sun streaming though the window. She fought with the covers as she tried to kick them off. She slowly sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Good Morning sleepy head," Hannah leaned back to look behind her. Ivy was already up and dressed, hair perfectly straitened. She was setting on her bed doing her make up with a hand mirror, but it looked like it could have been professional done.

"Iuhnotmorning…"

Ivy laughed, "What on earth was that alien girl?"

"I… not a… morning person," Hannah yawned. She stands up and walks around the bed to the dresser. She pulled out the dark teal skirt and white blouse that was the Bullworth uniform giving to her. She stumbled out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

Ivy had finished her make-up and was collecting her books for class when Hannah walked back in. She walked back over to the dresser and pulled out her favorite rainbow toe socks and slid on her black Mary Janes.

"Cute socks Miss. Monroe. Where'd you get 'em from?"

"Little shop in one of the towns we lived in. Sometimes I don't always remember the names and places, but I love it. I get board easy."

"A.D.D.?"

"Don't believe in it," Hannah said, "It's all psychological." Hannah picked up her brush and ran it though her hair till she had brushed all the tangles out. "Besides, I have my creative outlets so I don't need Ritalin." She put her brush down and picked up her little Hello Kitty backpack, "This my Aunt brought back from Japan."

"Love it," Ivy squealed as the two girls walked out the door of their room.

Hannah walked into her English class she was so-so in English. She loved to write, but she wasn't all that great with proper grammar. She could never really explain why, though Grace had asked her time and time again.

"Ah you must be the new girl," The teacher said standing up from his desk, "Hannah, isn't it?" He was a tall man with reddish brown hair.

"Yes sir," she answered holding out her hand.

"Nice to meet you. Mr. Galloway," he bowed. Hannah found the man a bit funny. "There's a empty set right over here." Hannah followed to where Mr. Galloway was pointing and felt her heart jump up into her throat.

'It's him,' she thought, 'my Danny.' She made her way slowly to the empty her new desk. "Hello again Johnny."

Johnny looked up, "Hey, Hannah right?"

"Yes," she said setting down. She was a bit squeamish. She was afraid that Johnny might hear her heart pounding out of her chest.

"You liking it here so far?"

"It's… different," she smiled shyly, "I've only ever been to public school so it's taking a little getting use to."

"Yeah this place isn't so great. Only class I care about is Shop. I'm good with bikes," Johnny explained. Hannah smiled, she couldn't tell if Johnny was flirting or just making conversation. When she fell, she fell hard. She couldn't help herself. No matter how carful she thought she was being, she was a romantic.

"Don't get your hopes up girl. Johnny only ever talks Shop. It's all he knows," Ivy said taking a bit of her fajita. "Plus he's all round up with that money chasing whore."

"You really don't like Lola do you," Hannah asked.

"Is it that obvious," Ivy said sarcastically.

"Is it because of Trent?"

Ivy laughed, "Partly, but it also has to do with the fact that she's my cousin and everyone in the fam thinks she so amazing for whatever reason."

"Wow, I didn't know…"

"Don't worry about it. Just so long as she keeps her hands off my Trent, I can ignore her for the most part."

"If you don't mind me asking," Hannah hesitated, "Did Trent really make-out with Jimmy?"

"Just the once."

"And you don't mind that at all?"

"Honey, I'm from New York City, the city that never sleeps, home of the gays and the Jews."

Hannah choked on the soda, "Your from New York?!"

"Yeah! Boy do I miss it. Those show posters on my wall, my mom was in all those shows."

"Oh my god," the light went off, "Your mom is the famous Broadway actress Helena Natale?!"

"The very same."

Hannah couldn't help but gush, "Your mom is the greatest! I still get chills when I listen to her sing "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" I'm sorry… we don't have to talk about your mom, you must get this all the time."

Ivy laughed, "It's okay, I'm proud of my mom. I love hearing things like that. But between you and me… her best performance… was Rizzo in Grease."

"That was my favorite musical growing up."

"Yeah, I got that from your crush on Johnny," Ivy winked. Both girls started laughing. They couldn't believe how much they had in common.