↳ ANNALISE CURTIS
"she walked into my heart like she always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire."
after the death of dallas' best friend, johnny cade, annalise curtis begins a journey to help mend his life back together.
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— MONDAY
im woken up by soda nearly shoving me off my bed. "christ you're a heavy sleeper, get up youre gonna be late!" he shouts.
i sit up groggily, rubbing my eyes and looking at the time on the clock. i jump out of bed when i notice the time.
i've got about 25 minutes to get ready. "out! out!" i shout at soda as i shove him out of the door, shutting it.
i make my bed quickly, it's quite messy. i shuffle through my clothes, throwing on jeans from my laundry basket and a white hoodie hung in my closet.
i throw my hair into a pony tail, leaving my curtain bangs down, not having any time to style them.
i rush into the bathroom, pushing ponyboy out of the way. "hey!" he whines.
i brush my teeth and wash my face before going back to my room and packing up my bag.
"chop, chop, you two!" soda shouts at pony and i. i sling my bag onto my shoulder and check myself in my mirror one more time before walking out.
pony and i meet soda at the door, and just before i step out, darry says "remember, school then home, annalise. that's it."
i roll my eyes and say goodbye as we leave. during the car ride i'm asked usual questions, mostly about how i feel about going back after missing the last couple days.
i'm not too nervous, i wasn't gone too long. once we arrive, pony and i hop out, splitting ways.
i sit against the school brick and gaze around for my friend, as pony joins his.
my attention is pulled away from the crowd when my name is called. "hey, curtis!" i hear from behind me.
i know that voice anywhere.
i turn around and to my expectations, see dallas pulled up front in his car. my breath hitches slightly as i cross my arms, walking over to him.
i lean down a bit, making sure i can see him. "get out of here, dallas" i spit.
he furrows his eyebrows. "watch your tone, princess" he says, forming a smirk. i hate that damn smirk. i can feel the butterflies form in my stomach already.
"i'm picking you up during your lunch, we gotta talk."
"absolutely not, dallas" i say "it's my first day back, i have more to catch up on. we can talk later."
