Inner thoughts

He came to her, in her sleep. Gripping her tightly, stranggling her with her lies and her deceit. He tortured her brightning her flaws to everyone. You may think, he said, that no one see's but I do. He sat in her dreams with an everlasting smile of conviction,of satisfaction as she lay in his sadistic questioning. He watched her as she shook on the floor, with convulsions. It will all be over with soon enough annabelle, dont fight it.Shooting up, beads of sweat clinging to her, as she panted hoping it would fade. The pain and hatred of her cynical days had become a horrid toll on annabelles life. She learned to become an actor of the school, of her home. If home was where the heart was..this was not her home. Annabelle rolled over in the damp sheets attempting sleep. She would rather go through Damons truth than her school days lies. Unhappily the sleep wouldn't come to her. She sighed and rolled out of her light blue bed. Instantly jamming her hands in her sweats. The degrees must have been in the thirties. School was as unthrilling as always. Walking through the halls wasn't easy. She wasn't invisible, she stuck out in this school. In this place, and she loathed every minute of it. She wished she was one of those girls who could mesmerize people. With beauty. But no she pretty much was foreign to anything here. Her first class bored her, put her through mind numbing agony. World history. Mr.Salinger never " understood why she didn't work with her potential". It was because she didn't care, didn't even want to try. The door opened after Annabelle closed her eyes. She heard footsteps slow and a girls voice draw back. Nicole she thought. One eye popped open to see some guy in a beanie with long hair and a TOOL t-shirt on. Bleh, nicole is trying to score a punk rocker. She layed her head in her hands again. " Sit in the seat behind Ms. Davenport." Thats just great Annabelle thought. Ok back to work I think we should have a review, Mr. Salinger uttered. Groans escaped everyones mouths, Nicole adjusted in her seat and Annabelle could hear her trying to introduce herself. " Um Im Nicole Rochester, who are you?" She felt him lean back in his seat. " Nick." She heard paper rip. " Call me." Slut Annabelle thought. She had decided by then that she was going to drive home at lunch. When the bell rang to go to the cafeteria she dashed to the front parking lot, ducking when a rent-a-cop eyed her enough. She made a run to her Honda and fumbled for her keys. " I think you dropped these." Nick. weirdo she thought. " Gee thanks, can I have them?" He smiled, it wasn't bad. Straight teeth with really sharp canines. What was she thinking?! " If you promise to take me with you."