AUTHOR'S POV

Annabelle walked through the doors of the lunchroom, ignoring the strange looks the other students had been giving her, much as she had been doing all day. She wasn't even halfway through the day yet and she was already so tired, she was tired of her parents, of this town, this school and she was most specifically tired of Ansel staring holes through her, which he'd had done during every class they had together, which was all of them like he had been creepily stalking her or something. She just wanted to hit someone really hard, preferably in their face.

Ever since she had been bullied in her...