Anastasia was late today. I saw her fling the door open 10 minutes into form. No one else noticed but I did.
She doesn't want to talk today, so we pass notes to each other to talk. Before I know it, form is over. Time for another damn geography lesson with Mrs Deacon and her stupid cutesy handwriting that is near impossible to read. At least I have Ana here, she's in most of my lessons. She gets to write her work on a laptop, which I think is super funky. She says that its because her handwriting is too bad for the teachers to read, so she just emails it to them by the end of the lesson.
I don't have many other friends, I could count Angelina as one but in my opinion we aren't similar enough to be real friends. Acquaintances, maybe, but not friends. Not really.
Anastasia is so quiet today, but thinking about it, so am I. I haven't spoken to anyone except for Ange today, no teachers, none of my other classmates, even the ones I do usually talk to.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the whole world had gone into slow motion, getting slower and slower until it stopped. It seemed as if everyone and everything had slowed down except for me.
And one other person.
Anastasia.
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we, as one.
General FictionDana, a seemingly normal, although a bit apathetic, school girl, starts to have weird occurrences happen to her. time seems to freeze, and then her friends start to disappear...
