×Anastasia×So it might be a bit of an over kill for me to be sitting outside my front door waiting for Griffin to arrive. When I got his text, I got so anxious due to the lack of sleep I didn't know what to do with myself. Thank God there's such a thing call make up, and designer clothes. They're my armor. With them I feel stronger. Protected and hidden from how truly scared, alone, and depressed I am. Once I was dressed, and covered in the only comfort I have. I packed my backpack with the items I need for today, and hurried outside. Griffin said he would be picking me up in three hours. Two hours have gone by, I should be eating breakfast but I don't feel hungry. I can only think about Vanessa, and what Monday has in store for me. Because I know things are going to get lighter. The door behind me creeks open, and I don't have to turn to know Alexis just stepped out. Her heels graze the floor, with a painful noise. "Hi," she says, crouching to my level. "Hey." "So, I need yo
×Anastasia×I found Vanessa by one of the outside eating area, next to the schools storage room. Her wheelchair was pushed close to the table, so she could see as she ate. She must have heard my footsteps because she glances up from staring at her sandwich, and smiles when she sees me. That smile along cracks through my dam, and a stream of tears flow down my cheeks. I hurried to meet her, pulling her into a hug. "I have missed you so much." I sob, "Everyone is so mean. And so fucking bitchy. And they ruined my shoes. And god! I'm glad you don't hate me." Vanessa rubs my back, holding me tightly to offer comfort. "I could never hate you." She whispers, I feel relieved. I have no words to express it. With every one treating me like a plague, I can't help being so overjoyed that there is one person who doesn't. No offense to Luciana, she's nice, but she's still a stranger to me. Vanessa and I go way back. Her not hating me gives me the small flicker of hope that everything is goin
×Anastasia×Hope is a funny thing. You have it, and then when what you're hoping for doesn't happen, you realize the hard truth. When we hope for something, we're really digging deep into the parts of us that optimistic. Telling yourself something like, 'i hope this job interview goes well, but if it doesn't, I'll find another one'We're lying to ourselves. When we hope for something, and it goes bad, we don't walk from it feeling completely unaffected. Because to hope, you're digging into your optimist side. You're drawing into a land of fiction where you really want something, and it may or may not happen. You want it t happen, but you convince yourself that if it doesn't, it'll be fine. And in some cases, depending on what it is, you might actually be right. And it will be fine. In other cases, the majority like mine, your hope feels like a lie when it doesn't end up the way you want. And there's a high chance your barbaric behavior towards people, might have gotten your entire f
×Griffin×There are many people I despise in this world. And I'll admit it up front to any of the hopelessly naive sack of shits in this pack, I hate Theodore Roosely. The shining knight of Grimsborrow. It might confuse some people why a town like ours, and a pack like ours would have a nickname like that for a teenage boy. You see, Grimsborrow is a cursed town. The people of the pack don't have a lot of fine moments in the eyes of others who don't live here, and Theodore is the nicest person in the entire town. He would drop everything just to help someone out. I find it easy to hate him because I'm the devil of the pack, and he's the angel. But if you speak ill of Theodore, his father will ruin your entire life. And if he doesn't do that, you'd be shunned by the members of the pack. My father openly said he wished he had Theodore for a son. Believe it or not, that's not why I hate him. I hate him because he's pretentious. And we used to be best friends until he dug a knife into my
×Anastasia×I awoke in the middle of the night. Sweat dripping down my forehead, I wonder if the AC is busted. Because the room should be cold. I turned my head on the pillow, the bed was empty but warm. I could have sworn I convinced Griffin to sleep on the bed with me. I scooted further towards the end, he was laying on his side on the floor. I shook my head, and kicked the blanket off. I stretched my arms high, and yawned. I feel like I've just woken up a six year sleep. I feel refreshed, and rejuvenated. I haven't slept this well since…..Look at me, destroying my own mood. I slipped out of the bed, and tiptoed towards the door. Being careful not to wake Griffin as I turned the key to the side. Once I was in the hall, I stretched again. Last night was terrifying for me. Being followed by those men, who I'm sure the old me must have known. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten that flashback. My memories are a mess. It's like they keep popping up one at a time, and not in complete for
×Anastasia×I received Griffin's text to ditch class so we could check out the truck that almost ran me over a few nights ago. As someone who valued her academic grade in middle school, I was very inclined to reject it. I would have normally told him that I wanted to keep my grades. That I actually fall under the 2% of students who enjoy going to school and studying. But seeing as the school hates me and study or not I'm still going to fail, I said yes quickly. This time, I was the one to avoid Alexis. She tried to start a conversation with me, but after my night with Dell and my nightmare, I just can't trust her. Besides she hates me, so I do not think I have to worry about her trying to talk to me constantly. When I made some excuse that I ahd to leave, she looked generally put off by my attitude. Which I found to be absolutely strange.But who cares about strange. Griffin said we had to meet at one of the town's more deserted parks. And since I still can't remember how to dri
×Anastasia×THE strangest part about that truck was how the person who drove it, tried to kill me with it while a dead body was in the back. The fact that they didn't bother to hide, bury or burn the body made me feel a tad bit suspicious. Griffin bought me lunch, and we ended up going to school four hours before it was about to close. We didn't go to class, we just showed up so he could pick up Ava. Max's twin.Unlike Max, Ava is a sheer delight. She seemed to like me for some reason. I'm sure I must have done something to her. But she forgave me, I guess. I still don't have any confirmation of whether I did something to her or not. We talked about clothes. I finally found someone who loves fashion as much as I do. She loved the new line from the noir Paris collection. I haven't been keeping up with the trends since- ahem- I've been a little bit preoccupied. Ava and I had so much fun that she gave me her number, and we sent each other a text on W******p. The very next day, Griffin
×Anastasia×Griffin: Do you really think it's a good idea to go to Ava's house for the night?Me: No. But I want to have a friend. And she seemed really excited.Griffin: Max will kill you. Just try not to hurt or trigger AvaMe: why would I do that? I'm trying to be her friend.Griffin: Anastasia, we don't choose our poisons. Think about that. Text me if her brother tries anything.Me: Will do. ByeI groaned. Have you ever tried texting Griffin? He is boring as hell. This is why I'm an extrovert. I told him about Ava's brother but he only said; I'll talk to Max. I don't understand their relationship. What are they? Friends? Lovers? No, not that. Ex lovers? Ugh, they're too close for friends. He treats her like she's his favorite person. I sighed. Slugging my bag of things over my shoulders and jogging down the steps. Ava and Teddy are waiting for me by the gate. I refused to let them in. Alexis isn't home though. There was a note saying Theodore asked her out on a second date. I'm