Chapter 1
“Let’s talk this over. Was it something I did? Don’t leaving me hanging around without an answer, Anna,” Marcus said innocently, but his bluff was betrayed by his eyes.
“You were
my everything, or at least that’s what I thought, but I guess I was wrong. I thought we could be... You were everything to me, but you struck our relationship with a dagger. You killed it, and you don’t get me back. Your memories are like sour milk, never will the smell fade, never will the disgust end,” Anna said angrily, trying to sound as educated as possible.
“Anna, you don’t---“ Marcus began, but Anna interrupted him.
“This whole, entire time you were pretending. You really think you deserve a second chance? Hah, yeah right,” Anna growled, then added sarcastically, “Thanks for acting like you cared. Thanks for making me feel like I was your one and only, then... Then she came along and you didn’t care about me anymore. Thanks for nothing.”
Anna shoved Marcus as hard as she could and sent him wobbling backwards into his coffee table. With that she stormed out of his house, slid into her Porsche and slammed its door. Turning the key in the ignition, she shot off as fast as she could, in an attempt to escape the traitorous man.
“I am so stupid. She was so precious to me, in a way. Stupid... stupid...” Marcus muttered to himself while watching her taillights fade away in the distance.
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The rain splattered loudly on the roof of Anna’s largely empty house. She sat in her leather armchair; the volume on her enormous plasma screen television was turned down so low that it was barely audible. Though the TV’s screen was flashing, she wasn’t aware of it. She was just staring out the monstrous front window of her lavish house. Tears began to creep from the corners of her brown eyes. She thought about what her relationship with Marcus could have been, but that just caused even more pain. She tried to pretend that she was okay, but it was so hard, so impossible. Then the phone rang, it’s piercing tone waking her from her living nightmare.
“Hello, Ms. Jenson, this is Gerald Thompson, the new principal of the school you teach at. I’m calling to tell you that you have been... moved to a different school. We'll give you more information in a day or two when the whole thing is settled.”
“What?!”
“Yes, you will be teaching at Foreview Middle School starting on Wednesday, that's five days from now. You are, as of now, released from Littletree Elementary. The old math teacher at Foreview had a severe accident and was paralyzed, so we picked to most qualified teacher to take her place, and that was you. Just needed to tell you that. I’m sorry about this. Talk to you in a couple of days. Goodbye,” Gerald said emotionlessly. He hung up before Anna could say another word.
With sorrow gripping her emotions Anna shuffled to her bedroom and curled up in a ball on the floor. Marcus had cheated on her, she was moving to a new school, and she was very confused. She didn’t even bother to get on the bed or put her pajamas on; she was in too much pain.
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Anna awoke the next morning and jerked her face off the hardwood floor. She rubbed her cheek softly for the hardwood had suctioned itself to the side of her face and ripping away at such speeds turned out to be a stupid thing to do. Little lines were indented in her skin from the swirling pattern of the wood.
Strangely, that morning Anna’s sadness was gone and was replaced by a feeling of arrogance. Marcus was simply an idiot. Why did she even like him in the first place? All of his stupid actions began to make sense of his true personality.
Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket and when she removed it she was surprised when she saw the caller ID. Marcus Collins.
“Marcus, leave me alone. Never, ever call me again. Got it? Good,” Anna said haughtily. She hung up before Marcus could protest. She had finally stood up to him. She felt proud of what she had done.
Meh.
I sprained my ankle really bad yesterday, almost broke it. It hurts so very bad, but I had to sit for the whole day. I felt like doing something productive so I began to type something to hold my interest. I really had now clue what I was writing, and, as often happens, I look back on it to find that I don't remember what I had typed a few seconds ago.
Can you tell I'm absent minded? I just randomly wrote that. Don't know if I'll continue it or not, but... Yeah... Tell me what you think of it, if you have the time, of course.
Scrawlings with a Sprained Ankle ~ Not the title
