Christian and Ana 17 (juniors)

Elliot 18 (senior)

Mia 16 (sophomore)

Any additional characters ages will be a part of their introduction

Christian

Do you remember that feeling of obsession when you find a book or movie that you really like and just can't stop yourself from thinking about it? I have found a new obsession. I normally obsess about my sports teams or bands but I have never been so deeply obsessed with something then I am with this one girl. Anastasia. I only met her about an hour ago but I know I want her. Let me just start from the beginning and show you how it started.

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"Christian you have to wake up for school." Mother knocked on my bedroom door.

"I am awake." I say in a monotone. She should know that I am already awake. I never sleep for long periods of time. The nightmares keep me awake and I end up screaming throughout the night. I would normally play my piano but I am tired of people listen to me struggle to sleep. I love the music but I hate to see the judgement in their eyes. I am the most fucked up of the three of my siblings. I am the one that had to have memories of being unwanted, of being abused, and of seeing death look you in the face for days and not know what was happening.

To begin to dress quickly. I had completed my normal morning routine hours ago. I was just sitting on my bed and just waiting for everyone else to wake up. Today was just another normal day in my not so normal life.

I slowly walk down the stairs and see that my entire family is already in the great dining room eating breakfast. I believe I was the last to be called to breakfast in their false hope of believing I was actually asleep up there. It's sad really that they have to adjust to me and my horrible life.

"Come Christian, breakfast is going to get cold." My mother tells me while cutting into her bacon.

"So Christian are you going to have a good day at school?" My father tells me from the end of the table.

"I will be fine." I have been on the receiving end of my father's last nerve recently. I fight. A lot. I come home with bruises because I just do not know where to put all this aggression. I am so angry and I do not know why.

"Be sure that you do. The last thing we need is for you to get expelled." He always has to push that in my face. I already know I am different from Elliot and Mia but he does not have to just put it out there for everyone to see it.

"Oh daddy Christian will be fine. I hear we have a new wood shop teacher starting today now that Mr. Walston went into early retirement. This new school year is going great!" Mia gushes with excitement.

"You are just happy because you failed the beginning quarter of shop and a new teacher means a clean slate." Elliot jabs at her. I can't play like they can. They can push and tease each other all they want to and it doesn't mean anything. Elliot went through a phase of being afraid of me when we were kids because I freaked out on him for touching my back while on vacation. He called me "Damien" from the Omen for an entire summer.

"Everything will be fine. Don't worry just have a good day and get going." My mother ushers us out and into our cars. Elliot drives a Ford pickup and I have my silver Audi. Mia rides with him because she doesn't have her license yet and she thinks getting down from a car instead of getting out of a car is more fashionable so she always rides with him.

We approach our very posh upper class school and I see that my usual spot is taken by very old 1960 Volkswagen Beetle. My day just hit the fan already. People know by now not to fuck with what is mine. I have gotten a reputation of being impulsive and downright violent when it comes to what is mine. I have this attachment issue that I think stems from some sort of obsessive compulsion thing. What is mine is mine and I have a very hard time of letting things that are mine go. I am not a hoarder by any means but I just have a problem with people touching, taking or using what is mine.

I kind of hate the idea of school. I am a hands on learner and I find sitting behind a desk being told what to think is highly irritating. I calm myself down and walk the halls to my locker. I look to my right and see there is a new blue lock next to mine that I have not seen before. Whatever. I open my locker and get my books and camera for my first period photography class and make my way to my class. I sit at my usual seat in the back at my blank photo stand. We are working on our AP portfolio and I am the only one that doesn't have a theme.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen we are going to be going over your progress on this portfolio. Right now I want everyone to pull out the pictures they have developed and altered for review. I am going to be going around the room and giving my critiques." Said Mr. Molina

He sits at his desk and waits for everyone to pull out their pictures and I don't have a single picture. Slowly but surely he walks around the room and tell people what they need to do and eventually he approaches my station.

"So Christian I see that either you haven't done the work or you are haven't found your muse, which is it?" He leans on the desk.

"Honestly I haven't seen anything that I want to capture. This theme of "fascination" or "love" that you have imposed is something I do not understand or connect with." I look around and see people with pictures of their family, pets or plants. I don't have that type of connection with anything or anyone.

"What about your family? Can you make them the focal point of your theme?" That is so bland it is amazing to think he ever went to college. Plus in all honesty I don't have that type of connection with my family.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. The counselor to the junior class is there gesturing for Mr. Molina to come to the hallway. He excuses himself form the class and walks out the door. Mr. Molina comes back into the room and a short girl follows him. She has to be under 5'2 long hair that almost hits her mid-thigh. He gestures for her to take the desk near his and I assume that he is explaining the project. He then gestures to the rest of the class and she turns my way and I see her face and I just raise my hand unconsciously and snap a picture of her. She has the deepest blue eyes and a heart shaped face that I just wanted to touch. She nods along with what Mr. Molina is saying and bits her lip. I take another picture of her. She takes off her sweater and I see her figure. She is a small waist but with wide hips and large chest. I take another picture. I follow her throughout the class with my camera. No one paying me any mind.

"Christian!" I am taken out of my cameras screen by Mr. Molina. I raise my eyes and realize that the class is empty. There did she go? I look around and try to find her. Like she would just pop up like it was a game of hide and seek.

"Sorry Mr. Molina" I quickly collect my things and pause. "Sir, who was that girl that came into the class?" I try to act casual

"New student. Daughter of the new wood shop teacher. Anastasia."

Anastasia. I walk into the hallway looking for her. She couldn't have gotten far. I have to find her.

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