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[annaliese jennine kennedy]

keep dreaming, you’re never gonna taste me
YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOTHING THAT I WANTED
so cupid never really made it, keep dreaming
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fuck, fuck fuck fuck. normally annaliese wasn’t the kind to swear excessively, but this was a special case. no one knew that she was bulimic, so naturally, when one of the girls found her getting rid of her lunch in the bathroom, they told her it was okay, she’d go get help, and now here she was, sitting in the nurse’s office with her head in her hands. great. this was exactly what she needed, to get the school staff worried. because now they’d for sure be on her tail all the time, making sure she was fine. because…well, this wasn’t the first time that anna had gotten caught puking at school. only thing was, the last time it was after it actually happened, and she got out of it by swearing to the principal that she was totally fine. but now…well, she was screwed. they never let kids get away with the same trick twice. she was going home this time, for sure. and wouldn’t that be great, to get her parents worried too? well, her adoptive parents, but same difference. her mom would demand to stay home with her to watch over her, and her dad would bring home soup and other things he figured could help her. yeah, right. like even more food would help. it would just make her fatter than she already was, and that was the exact opposite of what she wanted right now. see, anna dreamed of being skinny. she wanted to be perfect, she didn’t want to be the fat bozo that she was. there was too much fat here, she scowled as she picked at her own stomach. it had to go.

the door of the room with the cot in it, where they put the really sick kids until they could leave, opened, and the school nurse walked out, closing the door behind her lightly on a boy flushed green in the face. “i’ll be with you in a minute, hun,” she said in a kind typical nurse voice. “got a little business to finish up first.” she had an accent, anna noticed absently. she was new here, and by the sound of her voice she was from alabama or georgia or some other southern state. where it sometimes got even warmer than it did here in northern california. though they had amazing beaches here, it didn’t stay warm all year long like people from other places always thought it did in california. they got rain, they got snow…even if it was less than some other places, it still happened here. she wondered absently if the new nurse was liking it here, but she was too worried by the butterflies in her stomach (how ironic) to bother to ask. the nurse gave her a standard happy smile and walked towards the main office. once she was out of sight, anna sighed and dropped her head into her hands. how would she be able to explain this one away? it wasn’t too easy to blow off puking. normally that got you an instant ride home. she knew she’d end up leaving, that much was certain. but how would she explain how she felt fine now, to both the nurse and her parents?

with a sigh, annaliese pushed away the thoughts she didn’t want to bother with, and she glanced around the room. the walls were pale, a light mint green that reminded you of dentists’ frocks. there were a few crappy paintings on the walls, the ones that they had in doctors’ offices to make you feel more at home. hell, the only things missing were the friendly chatting receptionists and the magazines. get those, and you’ve got yourself a professional place, anna thought grimly. sighing again, she stared down at her hands wringing in her lap. she really had fucked up last time. why hadn’t she taken the few extra moments to get to the upstairs bathroom, the one nobody used? that was where she usually went, and she rarely ever got caught. the only reason it’s rarely is because of the one time she did, because…well, as gross as it sounded, she’d missed a little. the janitor had gone in during class, found it, and walked to the nearest classroom to ask if anyone had retched, and all the girls stared at anna, because they’d seen her coming out of there. instant screw-up. shaking her head at the memory, she stared at her feet, waiting with a nervous stomach for the nurse to come back.

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GRAMMY GOES TO breathe carolina! love them.
WE ARE IN the nurse’s room at carson high.
LOOKING amazing! bleh, just look at the banner.
WORD SAYS seven five six. not too bad.
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
GRAPHIC SKILLS TO moi. because i’m that amazing.
I'VE GOTTA SAY eh, i just needed to get anna out there.

[rose]

Note to self: don't get distracted in gym class while supposedly playing softball. Softballs aren't actually soft. At least, not when they come flying into your face, as Rose had just discovered. She hadn't been focused on the game at all, and up until then she'd managed to still look somewhat like she was paying attention and deserved participation points. It wasn't her fault, really, she just had other, more important things on her mind. She'd gotten in a fight with her mother the night before, and had yet to speak to each other, and on top of that, she had a geography test later in the day that she was freaking out about. Easily her worst subject, geography was one of those things that Rose just hated, and didn't really want to learn--in what alternate universe would she need to know what the capital of Somalia was? (It was Mogadishu, according to her flash cards) And who really cared whether the Nile flowed north or south? Rose certainly didn't. Besides that, she was pretty sure she couldn't name a single person who actually did care--and yes, that included her teacher.

But at the moment when the softball had collided with Rose, she hadn't been thinking about geography, she'd been replaying the fight with her mother over and over in her head, debating how to apologize. The whole thing had been her fault, Rose knew, even though she'd tried desperately to pin the blame on her mom. It had been a stupid fight, and at the moment, Rose couldn't actually remember why exactly it had started. But some low blows had been dealt on both accounts, and it had ended in doors slamming and tears. Rose and her mother had proceeded to ignore each other all morning as they went about their business in the kitchen before Rose left for school, not even looking at each other, and there was another door slam as Rose left to catch the bus. For about half the morning she had been of the mind that she shouldn't have to say anything first--she was the kid, not the adult, the adult should be an adult about it and stop ignoring her first. But then about halfway through lunch she'd broken down and decided that since she'd started the fight it was her job to end it. Ugh. She hated having to be the first one to say something after a fight...It was just so awkward...

With that decided, Rose had trotted off to gym class, and had stood around second base for several minutes aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do about her mom (should she send a text saying she was sorry? Call her between classes just to say "I love you"? Wait until she got home and pick up some cake at the grocery store on the way home?) and every once in a while tagging someone out. As previously stated, though, she hadn't really been paying attention, and therefore hadn't heard the calls of warning until suddenly she was on her back in the dirt with her nose bleeding profusely and her right elbow feeling like she'd scraped all the skin right off of it. The gym teacher, the guy who'd hit the ball, and a few other people were on top of her in seconds, pulling her off the ground and asking if she was ok (the gym teacher added a few 'head injury' questions like what her name was--Stella Rosalind, got that one right; what day it was--Thursday?; how old was she--eighteen; and what time was it--how should she know, she wasn't wearing a watch). A wad of toilet paper and tissue paper was shoved in her face to stop her nose from bleeding, and she was unceremoniously sent off to the nurse's office to make sure her nose wasn't broken (well that was reassuring) and bandage her elbow (yes, please).

Ow, ow, ow, ow... Please let it not be broken... She didn't think her nose was broken, but she certainly wasn't going to complain about being sent somewhere where she could get cleaned up and stop hurting. As she walked, Rose chanced a look at her elbow. That was it? It wasn't actually gushing blood like she'd thought....Well dang, it hurt enough to be gushing blood.... In reality there was only a little scrape from the gravel, and an ugly bruise forming around the scrape from hitting the ground so hard. She really should have been paying attention. Ow, ow... What if the blood in her nose clotted in her air way and she suffocated? That paranoid thought alone made her walk a little faster, and she was in the nurse's office within moments.

"Be with you in a minute" The nurse said calmly as Rose walked in, pinching her nose through the wad of now-red tissue paper. "Bud my dose..." The brunette protested, sounding a little ridiculous considering how hard she had clamped her nostrils together. She was given a short, critical glance-over, and handed a box of tissue "Have a seat, I don't think its broken. And stop pinching so hard." Rose took the box of tissues meekly and sat down next to a very familiar, tall, blonde girl. Removing the bloody wad of tissues from her face and replacing them with fresh ones, Rose recognized the other unfortunate occupant of the nurse's room instantly. She and Annaliese were good friends, though Anna was a junior and Rose was a senior. Since Rose had moved to the school her sophomore year, the two had spent the same amount of time at the school, and had been pretty close since they met. "Are you ok? Whad's wrong?" Rose asked her friend in concern, still sounding like she was pinching her nose (which she was).

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[annaliese jennine kennedy]

keep dreaming, you’re never gonna taste me
YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOTHING THAT I WANTED
so cupid never really made it, keep dreaming
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the nurse’s room was always a place that annaliese tried to avoid. and doesn’t it seem true that most of the time, when you want to stay away from a place, that that’s where you end up? anna had been doing a pretty good job of staying away from the place for the past year, but it was all bound to catch up with her eventually, and it sure had. now she was screwed. there was no way to talk herself out of this one. she was going home and then her parents would be all worried. they’d be especially suspicious when they took her temperature and everything else and found out that she was pretty much in perfect condition, other than the fact that she’d puked. it was a natural reaction on their part, she had to admit. she was definitely going to create some worry. not to mention…oh crap. the school might get a call after her parents found out that she was fine. they were caring, but protective, and would most definitely call, and anna couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry for the new nurse. if she somehow got in trouble because of her…well, she would feel so horrible. she was a nice lady, and definitely didn’t deserve any trouble. but anna would be able to persuade her parents, couldn’t she? she could swear to them that she really did throw up, which was true. but that somehow, miraculously, she was feeling better now. maybe…maybe she could pass it off as the 24-hour flu, and she’d just vomited at the end of her 24 hours. it was possible.

a bit of the guilt and worry started to slip from the pit of anna’s huge stomach as she realized that she could probably prevent a call. her parents trusted her, and they would believe her, right? well, okay, it wasn’t like she could ask anyone. that was silly. she was the only one here who really knew her parents. okay, so it might be just a tad bit creepy if others here could say that they knew her parents. they had been living here for quite a while now, but they were fairly quiet, and didn’t really have too many friends in the community or barely even know their neighbors. they were the kind of people that kept to themselves. expect when it came to their daughter, of course. they would do anything for anna, and she knew it. and, well, that included calling the school if they had to. but she figured she could handle that part. she would cross that bridge when she came to it. anna was full of all those random sayings. she said them quite often. she knew so many, that she could almost always find one to fit with any situation. that came from her adoptive parents. it was more of a habit than anything. she’d heard them say them around the house and all that, and it just got passed on to her. annaliese had a number of traits like that. it seemed that she got all the physical traits from her parents, and then got the rest from her adoptive ones. well, except for, like, the fact that she was bulimic and all. that was her fault. but if she wasn’t so fat…

agh. she really needed to stop thinking about that when there were other people around. especially because the time when other people were around was at school, and that was definitely the most dangerous place for her to be discovered. not only because of the people being around, but because of the adults that were here. some would try to help her, but most would just tell on her, saying she needed help somewhere else. and that would…well, it just wouldn’t be good. she didn’t need to draw any more attention to herself. anna wasn’t really shy, but she didn’t enjoy the limelight, either. she preferred being herself, staying away from most of the high school gossip and drama, but still having friends and all, too. most of the time that wasn’t too difficult. well, as long as her ‘little issue’ wasn’t discovered. but for now, she was good. she knew how to cover for this one.

that is, until rose walked into the room. anna watched with a sinking feeling in her stomach as the girl walked into the office with a wad of what looked like toilet paper in front of her nose. anna shifted her weight on the plastic folding chair and absentmindedly put her hands over her stomach. it was another habit, but one she’d developed herself. mostly after…yeah, after that started. but anna’s thoughts quickly shifted from her own secrecy as it started to dawn on her that her friend was hurt. she watched anxiously as the nurse looked at her, told her that her nose was fine, and rose sat down. a caring look on her face, she turned to her friend, ignoring her own worries for the moment. oh i’m fine, it’s nothing, really. what did you do to your nose? are you okay? anna was a very caring person. she was that way without realizing. it was just in her nature, and not to mention she knew it was easier to get by in this world by being nice to people. not to mention rose was a good friend of her’s, and she cared about her. she was honestly and truthfully concerned about her and really hoped she was okay. no need to worry about herself anymore.

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I'M PINNING stella rosalind callaway
I AM FINISHED, yo! last post to catch up on!
GRAMMY GOES TO breathe carolina! love them.
WE ARE IN the nurse’s room at carson high.
LOOKING amazing! bleh, just look at the banner.
WORD SAYS nine thirty.
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
GRAPHIC SKILLS TO moi. because i’m that amazing.
I'VE GOTTA SAY there’s never a reason to apologize for a long post. (: sorry mine was a bit shorter, but my anna muse is going down slowly.