Anastasia's POV
(Point Of View)

RidgeWood HighSchool. The "best" place in Canada. Anastasia is a normal Freshman. New to everything about High School. She has fiery red-and-orange hair, is short. And has hazel eyes.

Anastasia flops her way into school. She is alone, because Stella nor Finster is here. Her eyes fall to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.

*crash*
Anastasia's books crash to the floor. Anastasia rolls her eyes and picks them up. A pair of feet are by her face, on the floor. She looks up. The feet turn out to be a boy. A kinda.... Cute one. "Can I help you?" He asks. Anastasia blushes and picks her books up quickly. "I'm fine. I just fell". He kneels down. "Actually, Brandy tripped you". He stands up with Anastasia and moves in closer to her face, a centimeter from kissing her. They both blush and he points to Brandy. Brandy is a.. Strange creature. "What is your name?" Anastasia asks the boy. "Thomas Barren". Anastasia Barren, it's perfect! Thomas kisses her slightly, not intending to, and Anastasia turns hot pink. Thomas turns bright red and walks away, head down. The bell rings and Anastasia puts her High School crap in her locker and her eyes fall on..... Brandy. Brandy is now growling in Anastasia's ear. "Don't you ever.. Kiss Thomas... AGAIN!" She tells Anastasia, teeth clenched. Anastasia hurries to class and sits down.

Great. Thomas is here. How embarrassing. "Hello class, today I am [making] letting you High Schoolers work in Groups of five or six for this assignment". He pulls out a jar of names. "Hanna, Sarah, Mireya, Tommy, Logan" he picks out five names and throws them aside. "Cole, Alexa, Jalen, Angel, Luke". "Anastasia, Brock, Katrina, Thomas, Darren, Fern" Anastasia walks to her group and asks, "So where do you want to sit?" She looks around the room, to see Sarah and Tommy holding hands, Hanna and Mireya throwing erasers at Logan, and Alexa and Luke.. Making out..? Anastasia gestures her group to the bean bag corner and they plop down. They work. And the rest of the day, Thomas and Anastasia keep avoiding eye contact. She walks home, and Katrina keeps on.. following? Anastasia finally turns around to see Katrina jump in the bushes and scurry away. "Wait! I'm.. Friendly" I yells after her. Katrina peeks through the brush.
"I. Katrina." She says.
"I'm. Anastasia."
She leaps out of the brush and hugs me.
"Friend?" She mumbles. "Friends" I reply.