"I know who you're. You're Samantha Collins. The only child of the Collins. " he said in a non chalant voice as if bored out of his mind.
I feel myself frowning when he say 'the only child' but I forced my poker face. Shaking my head I shoved my hands on my pocket.
"Names don't describe identity." And with that I left to my class. I always felt sick how peoples just look at your names and looks to give assumptions. Assumptions are just theories but not facts. Peoples don't know how being called a Collins is hard for me. They just fancy my life and daydream about my wealth. But what I've to be proud of being a Collins? That I have two selfish parents who don't think twice before leaving me for almost a year. That I have an older twin who was more selfish to let me fight my misserable life?
If then screw being a Collin.
"Hey wait up!''
I didn't.
"Sam! Don't move so fast the bell hadn't even-" And right then the bell rang.
"What were you saying Tes? '' I raised my eyebrows looking at her from my shoulder.
"Oh now you can talk." She said rolling her eyes but locking her arms with me.
"Why do girls always hold eachother always?''
Startled I turn to glare at Nathan who was trailing behind us with his friends.
"Why are you following us?'' I questioned annoyed.
"Uh huh don't get ahead of yourself missy. Our class is this way." Nathan replied.
"Whatever. "
"So which class are you guys going? '' Tessie asked to fill the silence in between us.
"Calculus. " all replied.
I raised my eyebrows, "All of you?''
"Yup."
Shrugging I went to my class. I was attending English Literature. Tessie waa having history.
"Bye Sammy. " Nathan said a bit to loudly and waved at me shotting me a smirk. I flipped him the bird and sit at my sit. For some reason I was getting tired just from now. May be hanging out with more people is draining more than thought.
"Okay class! This is our new student Anabelle. Anabelle, introduce yourself. " our English Literature teacher Mr. Jacob said. He was an average height person in his late forties. He has a black hair with occasional white ones. He always have a lazy smile attached to his lips which at first used to creep me out but I get used to it.
"Hey. My name is Anabelle Williams. I moved here yesterday with my family from Florida. I'm 18. Umm.. and that's all." The girl, Anabelle, said. She was a pretty looking girl with a dark brown hair that reaches to her shoulder, blue eyes and a soft smile. She seem friendly and easy going. She was wearing a floral dress with her hair left down.
"Okay Ms. Williams, take a seat somewhere." Mr. Jacob said. He searched for an empty seat but the only one was the one beside me or the one at the front. And she was already walking to me.
"No no no. Ms. Williams! Come sit here ." He said gesturing for the one in the front.
"Uhh..I actually prefer it here." She said pointing at the empty seat beside me.
"You heard him. Go and seat there for your own safety. " a boy whom I don't remember his name said to her.
But this stupid girl can't get a hint,
"What do you mean? ''
Having enough I butt in.
"What he mean is, this seat is for no one. Go find another seat."
Shocked or startled she moved away but she shot me a glare laced with curiosity and obeyed. This girl is curious but so are the others. The only problem is that others knows who I'm. But she don't. And curiosty killed the cat.
"Okay,'' the teacher clap his hand, "Have you all read a book as I ordered you?'' Murmurs filled the class. " so except for Ms. Williams everyone is going to share his opinions on the book he read. We will start from you Ms. Arman. And we will go by alphabetical order. "
Turn by turn every student waked to the front of the class also known as the stage and talk about their book. Most of the students read novels some non-fictions .
"Ms. Collins. " I stand and walked to the front of the class.
"I read a book named 'Trusted you ' it is a tragedy romance book with a limited action. The book was written by Albert West on December twenty four three years ago. The plot and structure of the book were satisfying. No problems I get so far. The main character, Abigail, fall in love with a mysterious person she don't know anything about. The person she fall in love with was a serial killer. His next target was her family and her. He took the advantage of her love to come near her and her family. But she was blinded by a blind love and useless trust to even notice. And finally when all the targets were all together for her marriage to him he aims , he strikes, he kills."
"Very good, Ms. Collins. Any one who have a question? ''
"Yeah." The new girl raise her hand earning a gasp from other students. I on the other hand was a bit amused by her. Let's see how long she will keep this confident around me. But deep down I wish she always will be this confident. I mean, isn't it better than having all students scared from you to have someone who really don't know you.
"I don't agree with what you said as blind love. Love can't be blind. She loved him and he know that. So if any one is at fault then it is surely him and only him."
"Hmm, really? Your mistake is , there is a blind love. A love you know isn't worth your heartbreak. A love that leave others on a miserable state. Love is about knowing, then trusting before giving your heart. But she, she don't know anything about him to even trust him. How can you give your heart on a silver plate to someone you don't even know his real name. And after that jump to planning weddings? Really? Don't you have to at least know your future to be husband's name? So mostly she's at fault for not seeing the historical background of her love. She should be careful when it comes to matters like this. And he? Yeah may be he's a serial killer or some psycho coward but he killed many. Hers isn't an expectation."
And then I returned to my seat.
"Okay let's continue...." the teacher continue with calling names. But through the class some one sat beside me.
Annabelle.
That actually made the class to stop and look at us. But they couldn't hear us since we were speaking in a low tone.
"Why are you here?'' I raised my eyebrow.
She smiled. "Can I sit?''
I roll my eyes. "You should have asked that before you sit. "
"I love your hair." She smiled.
"I love my privacy."
"And your eyes are different. Good different. They look like molten gold."
"Can you just shut up and leave?'' I asked annoyed.
"Can you show me around? You know I am knew and it will really be helpful if you help me." She changed the subject yet again.
"I don't show around. And no one is allowed to sit here. You should go before I lash out."
She smiled. "But you won't. "
I was taken back. "What?''
"You won't do that. Not intentionally at least. " she smiled wider.
"Don't be so sure." I said returning to my poker face. I didn't like how she's figuring me fast. "I'm the serial killer in the story. Don't be like Abigail. " I turn to her my eyes cold and distant.
"Go." My voice was lowered by several octaves to achive it's normal cold tone.
"Go!'' I snapped and that was enough for the class to shut up again.
She stood up ready to go but her last words kept repeating in my mind.
"I'll figure you out Samantha. I promise."