Chapter One

    “You are just like your dead mother- imprudent and incompetent! A sly little girl you are!” No… “Nobody in this world will ever love you, they will all hate you. Your father hates you-you murderer, you killed your own mother!-” No…Please...No…“Remember that, little girl, remember, that no one, will ever, love you-ever.”  NO!

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Smart... reliable...friendly. That’s who I am-right?
“You’re so kind,” Yes I am.
“You’re so helpful, as it is expected from the class president.” Indeed.
“You’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met,” I agree, shower me more with lovely compliments.
“Annalisa Geoffrey.” Mrs. Sunders, the head of Sunderhill High School, calls out my name.
“Yes Mrs. Sunders?” I ‘innocently’ answer.
“Could you do me a favour please Annalisa?” No… “I’d like you to go down to the prep room and bring in A4 sheets of paper, some glue, some scissors…” Blah, blah, whatever Sunders, do it by yourself. Don’t bother A* students like me to do your dirty work, I‘d like to shove all that stuff down your fat  flabby throat, see how you‘d like to be bossed around-that’s what I’d loved to say-to my disappointment, I can’t. “… and some glittering sparkles. Understood Annalisa?” Sunders interrupted my train of thought.
“Yes Mrs. Sunders, I got that.” Oh, yeah, Sunders, I perfectly “understood” -not. “My! It’s a lot of things isn’t it? What’s it all for?” Keenly said I. I asked this out of politeness, obviously half interested, just asking to keep the conversation going. Big...Mistake.
“Why, didn’t you know? The spring festival is almost near, we absolutely must prepare beforehand!” She said while clasping her hands excitedly.
“Mrs. Sunders, last time I checked, wasn’t it January?”
“Of course it is you silly girl!” Silly girl? What did you call me you overgrown pompous lady? “Being prepared is a virtue. Exams are in February, the children just won’t have enough time to create festive decorations.” Awesome, something to look forward to. Exams and a month full of stupid after school meetings and a bunch of annoying people pestering me. “Shouldn’t you be off Annalisa, my class is waiting. Remember all the things I told you. Now chop chop… and Annalisa, do hurry up.” She turned around and stalked down the corridor. Do hurry up, I mimicked to her back-pulling a face.
“I heard that Annalisa!” An annoying sing-song voice caused me to whip around. Ughh, another revolting person to encounter-
“Oh look who it isn’t, Andy Pandy.” My tongue was blatantly sarcastic.
Arnold sighed, like I cared. “Anna-Anna, Lisa, when will you ever learn? It’s been more than ten years and you still can’t say my name, properly.” I ignored the wide grin which was planted on my (yes I am unfortunate) best friend’s face and walked towards the prep room- wouldn’t want to keep Sunders ‘waiting’ now do I? “It’s Ar-nold!” he called after me, “Say it with me now, Arr-nooldd…” I turned around-
“Arnold?”
Arnold’s face brightened, “Yes Lisa?”
“Shut up.” I spitefully said and walked off, doing the classic girly hair flick. However, annoying as he is, Arnold followed. He sniffed, as if crying-
“Lisa, with that kind of personality, you won’t find a husband. Poor Lisa will be lonely...” Oh boy, someone please shut this maniac up, he’s embarrassing me... “...poor Lisa, don’t worry. I-the great Prince Arnold- will always be by your side, best friends forever!”
“Arnold.” I smiled but said with gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t want me to tell everyone in school, that your real name is Andy Pandy now do you?”
“But it isn’t-” he denied.
“I know it isn’t, but a rumour spreads like wildfire-aren’t I right? Remember the time when I told someone, who told someone else, who told somebody else, that you used to play with Barbie and you used to cry when-”
“Arghhh!!” he screamed in a childish voice, “Don’t tell anyone Lisa.” Arnold panicked, remembering his awful past, “It spread like an incurable disease and everyone still teases me about it. You wouldn’t tell anyone now will you?” He protested while giving me the puppy eyes-no that won’t work on me Arnold- it never did.
“Oh, why wouldn’t I? After all the pestering, annoyance and grief you’ve given me, why shouldn’t I tell anyone? Give me one good enough reason why I shouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Because...because... I’m your only best friend,”
“I’ve got other friends,”
“They don’t know the real you. I do...and I kept your secret hidden for all these years...and I know it’s cruel to tell other people secrets so I never told anyone, not one. I doubt your ‘other’ friends would keep any of your secrets-a secret. They never did-” The school bell rang, phew saved by the bell. “I bet you thought ‘saved by the bell’ but this conversation isn’t over Lisa. I’ll talk to you later in class,” Yeah, like whatever. Don’t get me wrong. Even though Arnold has always been there for me, at my toughest times, he still is an obnoxious, narcissistic, incompetent nerd. Always on my nerves, always making me embarrassed. Always there when I need him.
As I was walking along the boring white coloured corridors towards the prep room, I noticed a tall boy with dark black hair walking into my form class with my head of year. He looked awfully familiar. Well whatever, another new kid I guess. This school is an escalator school-it has a nursery, infants, primary, high school, and college, so everyone knows everyone. New kids are rare in this school; I bet stupid frilly girls will be all over him for another couple of months, awesome.

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When I gave the ‘stuff’ to Mrs. Sunders and got a scolding from her, saying ‘What took you so long, young lady? It’s not very hard to go and get certain items from a specific place and to run back in a jiffy.’ I kept on apologizing but I didn’t really mean it, of course. I kept on cursing at her in my mind; sometimes I wish I could let my real self out and unleash the power within me like a dragon letting its fire run wild. You’re asking ‘why don’t you then?’ ‘Cause I can’t that’s why. I vowed to myself that I won’t ever be myself ever again, because people will hate me, people won’t like me, and I won’t be remembered as ‘that insufferable pathetic woman’, who step mother enviously described my deceased mother. Everyone except Arnold and my grandmother know what I’m truly like. Sure, it’s tiring having two personalities and using them at different times, but I’ve been hiding my true self for the past 10 years, so I’m fine. I always was. I won’t have to remember my dead mother, nor my notorious father, nor my malicious step mother. It all started with that beast of a step mother, and I’m going to finish it, prove to her that someone in this world will love me, though they’ll never know who I am, or who I was. That is a promise.
“Annalisa,” Jessica, a plain girl from my class came by me, oh God what now? I’m sick and tired of hearing my name being called out for useless reasons.
“Jessica!” another pestering b***h bothering me, when will I get a break? “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a long while.” I said eagerly,
“Yeah, it’s been a long time.” She said in monotone as if she wasn’t bothered to talk to me, “Look, Annalisa, Mrs James is calling for you-it’s an emergency.” My lazy form teacher beckons me. Oh what now? What is wrong with everyone? Why do they all rely on me? Oh yeah-how can I forget-I am so called ‘reliable’.

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