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[hannah]

hannah had no idea where she was going. at all. it wasn't easy being the new kid at a school. and it definitely wasn't easy when she was too shy to ask someone to show her around. there were many people that she had longed to speak to, but working up the guts to actually talk to them was just not her forte. right now, she had some nice jeans on, a pink hoodie, and a cami on underneath. in her ears where the earphones to her ipod which was blasting michael jackson at the moment. she always loved the classics. honestly, she had no clue where on earth she was walking, but she just kept on rolling. today was going to be an adventure for her. walk wherever she wanted to, and then see where she ended up.

for some reason, she found herself at the playing fields. it was an odd thing to her, since she had never been into sports. the thought of people getting all sweaty and chasing after a ball was just something that she had never understood. she was content being involved with her music, and spending her time shopping.

she sat down on the ground, setting down her ipod with a pink case down next to her. hannah was literally obsessed with anything that was the color pink. her whole closet was full of pink. some people labeled her as being too girly, but she thought that she was just right. she pulled her long hair behind her head, making sure that none was in her face. there was a slight breeze outside today, which hannah found really pleasant. she could not deal with super hot weather, but she hated the cold as well. sighing softly to herself, she was thinking about how she could really use some company right now. leaning back, she layed on the ground, and turned her ipod up.

[rosalieberlioz]

rosie panted as she ran another lap around the track course, taking a huge breath and downing a large amount of water. she gasped as a stitch formed in her side, stopping to massage the area. rosie exercised every morning. it was part of her eating disorder - and rosie couldn't cut habits loose easily. she sighed as she felt the stitch going away, and she continued on her sprint, determination furrowing her eyebrows. it was a cold and foggy day, but rosie's heart was pumping and her blood was coursing strongly through her veins, keeping her so warm she was sweating. she took calm, deep breaths, through the nose to prevent anymore stitches. she wasn't skinny enough. she was perfect enough. not yet. and she had to be perfect for the guy she had fallen for, rudy. he wanted perfect, and she aimed to please.

rosie completed another lap, music blaring in her ears from her bright yellow ipod. she slowed down until she was in a light jog, and then came to a stop all together. she noticed something ahead, a pair of shoes peeking out from next to the bleachers. she moved forward until she discovered another girl, listening to music she as she was. she looked around quickly, spotting no one else on the field. she had been alone all morning. and she hadn't meant too many friends at hawthorne. there was rudy and hope, who were her best friends, and a few nice people on the side, like august and belle and carabella. she had not bonded with her roommate - not yet. though her roomie seemed a little off, she planned to make the best of it. she looked back at the girl, who had dyed red hair and a kind face. might as well make a new friend, yeah?

she stepped forward, a smile on her face. tearing the headphones out of her ears, she waved for the girls attention, guessing she wouldn't be able to hear her over her music. "hi! i'm rosie. are you new here? i' haven't seen you around." she said kindly, her thick french accent being the only noise in the empty sports field. not even the birds called on this gloomy day. she circled over to the girl and sat down, her cheery attitude brightening the place a tad. "how long have you been here? do you like hawthorne so far?" rosie sure did ask a lot of questions.

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[hannah]

hannah was lost in her music right now. for some reason, music always made her feel better. her dream was to go off to college and get a degree so that she could do something in music. her parents did not support this. they told her that she needed to get involved with something else, like her brother. at times she felt like her parents only cared about her brother, and cared less about her. they were always talking about how great he was in school, and how much people liked him. and hannah was the exact opposite of this. in fact, she didn't care about grades, or how many friends she had. she thanked god for the friends she did have.

this was part of the reason why she felt like she wasn't good enough. that and the reason that kids used to call her fat in school. that was untrue. she was naturally a smaller girl, who could very easily turn into a girl who starved herself to death. pulling her hoodie closer to her, she closed her eyes. she needed to try her best to forget about this. she needed to stop thinking about her family and just start over. being at a new school could help this, get her mind off of things. a good friend could help this. it had been weeks, maybe even months since she had a good conversation with someone. unless you counted the conversations with her lab partner, which she did not.

just as she was getting into the song welcome to the jungle by guns n roses, her earphones were pulled out of her head. blinking slightly, she looked at the girl who now stood before her. she wasn't sure whether she should be mad, but the thought that she could easily make a friend right now replaced that thought. and, the girl seemed really kind. though it didn;t sound like she was from here. "oh hey. i am hannah. and yeah, i just started here last week. the school is nice, but i haven't really gotten to talk to anyone yet." it was a time like this where hannah wished that she wasn't so shy. once she started to get to know a person, she opened up a lot more.

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[rosalieberlioz]

rosie grinned at hannah. her natural friendliness brightened the fields and made them seem less drab on this cold, foggy day. rosie had always been nice - even to people she had heard were bad influences. even to druggies and alcoholics, which she normally couldn't stand. rosie just couldn't be mean. she could be annoying, and irritating, but never outright mean. she would never stoop to that level. it reminded her of a girl that goes to hawthorne, marilyn mahdavi. or, as people called her, shark. she was mean. she was awful. rosie could never forgive her for luring rudy in. and she would forever think her boyfriend would always be attracted to the bitch. rosie sighed, clearing her mind. she smiled once more, but her troubling thoughts made her smile falter a bit.

rosie looked closely at hannah. her hair, though it was dyed, looked incredibly pretty and almost natural. her eyes were large and brown, and she looked very skinny, just like she did. maybe she had an eating disorder? rosie hadn't met many people with eating disorders around hawthorne. she knew her dear friend hope had one, but that wasn't hope's main reason for being at hawthorne. rosie had longed for a friend who was just like her, someone she could talk about her disorder with. someone who understood. rosie smiled much brighter now. finally, a nice girl who would get her situation!

"nice to meet you, hanna." rosie said, grinning. "i've been here for three months. i guess hawthorne is okay. i mean, people are cool here, and i've met some pretty amazing friends, but, no one really gets cured here. i mean, the teachers kind of suck." rosie said regretfully, hoping this wouldn't damper hannah's opinion toward the school. "but so many awesome people go here. wait till you meet them!" she finished giddily, thinking of hope and rudy and belle.

rosie tilted her head, wanting to know more. "so, what are you here for? i have an eating disorder, medium risk." she said, already having a hunch of what hannah's problem was. ever since she had explained her disorder to her schizophrenic roommate, anna, she had felt more comfortable with her issue. she used to be so ashamed, but everyone here had a problem. she wasn't the only one. "i hope you don't mind me asking," she said, apology in her voice. she looked up at the clouds, spotting a bright patch where the sun shone, high above the gloom. a strong wind swept over the fields, tossing the snow up in a whirl and blowing it off the barren trees. the clouds parted and then sun came shining through. the field was suddenly alive and bright. rosie smiled and began to hum her favorite beatles song - here comes the sun. she always adored sunny days. she was so happy on sunny days. hopefully the clouds would hold off.

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[hannah]

hannah hadn't meant any mean or rude person here yet. this was probably because she hadn't said anything that pissed anybody off. the only people she had talked to at the school were here teachers, and her lab partner. she found her lab partner extremely cute, though she was sure that he had no clue that she even existed. as much as she wanted a boyfriend, she wasn't sure she was even going to have a boyfriend. ever. there were many guys that she had crushed on, but since she was no shy they never took a notice into her. one embarassing thing about her was that she hadn't even had her first kiss yet. that was something that she wouldn't tell anyone. it was embarassing to her, and she didn't want to be made fun of.

she studied the girl before her. she was a very pretty girl in her opinion, with bright eyes. they were the kind of eyes that hannah wished that she had. her brown eyes just did not please her. looking at the girls outfit, and the fact that it looked like she had been running, she figured the girl went to the school on an eating disorder. there weren't a lot of people who were there for that. the only people that creeped hannah out a bit, were the people who did drugs in front of her. she found them gross, and didn't want to be around them,. at all.

hannah smiled up at rosie. "i sure hope there are cool people. i haven't had the chance to be able to meet anyone.. i am kind of shy and i hold back. if you hadn't come over to me, we probably wouldn't be talking right now." hannah envied how friendly this girl was. it seemed like she wa just naturally peppy and friendly. "yes, the teachers do suck. and they give you a lot of pointless work, but i guess that happens at any school. her other school wa much worse. there was less work to do, but the teachers were horrible. she even failed some of her subjects back at home. school wasn't her thing. she really wanted to do something in music, but her parents didn't support that.

hannah thought it was a little obvious what she was here for. she was a skinny girl, who wanted to be skinnier, but didn't know how to completely get to that state. "oh.. i have an eating disorder. considered low risk. but you never knew what was going to happen. right now she was wishing that the girl maybe had friends who she could introduce her too. hannah had never even had a slumber party before, and it was something she truly wanted to do.



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[rosalieberlioz]

rosie smiled at the girl, watching her eyes drift over her running outfit. ever since rosie developed her eating disorder, she had started vigorously exercising however she could. at her old school, she would sneak down to the weight room after hours and use all the equipment, except for the heavy weights, which she most certainly could not lift. she'd climb hours on the elliptical and pedal as fast as she could on the adjacent bike, which was planted firmly into the ground. then, she'd lift light dumbbells, and then finish off with the rowing machine. at first, it had been hard- she returned home exhausted and strained, and her mother had no idea why she was so tired and sore all the time. but, as her body came into shape, she got used to it. her aches went away, and she wasn't as tired anymore. that's when she started over doing it - the moment she felt no pain from the equipment, she revved up the workouts until she spent many many hours after school. her mother began noticing her lack of appetite and how rapidly she was losing weight, and sent her off to hawthorne without even talking to her about it. rosie felt a pang for her mother, a pang of homesickness - and not homesick for south carolina. she was homesick for france. she wished her mother would spontaneously move th family back to bretagne, where they belonged. wishful thinking.

"oh, there are many cool people here. i'll have to introduce you! there's hope, and abrielle, and rudy, and belle..." she began naming off the people who were dear to her at the school - and there weren't very many. rosie tended to stay away from most of the students that attended hawthorne. a lot of them were druggies and alcoholics, sex addicts and people with insane phobias. she reminded herself that sex addicts weren't so bad - belle and rudy were both enrolled into hawthorne for that reason. but rudy being a sex addict worried her. rosie wanted no part of that kind of life, not yet. but she knew rudy would be the one she'd give herself up for. no guy had ever cared about her more. he was the reason she enjoyed being at hawthorne so much.

"yeah, i guess homework is a must for schools. and, don't worry about being shy - i was shy when i first got here, too. but there's nothing people can make fun of you for here, ya know? everyone's got an issue." she said, grinning. and it was true - no one was excused from being 'messed up' or 'whacked'. they were all here for something. rosie had seen kids pick on each other for their issues, and saw no point in it - why make fun of someone when you have your own skeletons in the closet? rosie had vowed to be open minded about some of the issues the students had here. even the druggies. she had not met any druggies whom she had become friends with. in fact, a druggie was her worst enemy. but everyone had something past their problems. rosie made it her job to look past them.

" my mom shipped me off here without even talking to me about my disorder. what i really needed was someone who could listen and understand me. i guess the counselors here are supposed to do that, but i haven't talked to any of them. i used to be really ashamed of my problem, but my roommate showed me that there was a lot more to me than that." she said, smiling a little. if rosie had never met her roomie, anna, she would have never discussed her problem with hannah. she wouldn't have even asked hannah what she was here for, for fear of hannah returning the question. but rosie realized it wasn't so bad anymore. she could get better here at hawthorne, she could heal. and she had finally met someone who had the same main problem as she did. someone to talked to. the thought of this made the girl smile broadly, almost goofily. she hoped hannah didn't think she was odd.

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[hannah]

hannah had never been the type of girl to work out. she hated it, and her body was not coordinated. she had neve been good at sports, and she didn't think she ever worked out a day in her life. she hated the idea of sweating, and she didn't have the skill to do it either. and the thought of sports made her cringe. she didn't know how guys could go out and tackle each other, or how people could fight over a ball. but that was only her opinion. one year at her old school she had failed gym, and people wondered how on earth she did that. no one else had failed gym in her grade, just her. it was quite embarassing, to be honest. she vowed to try better in gym, even with how uncoordinated she was.

she looked at the girl, listening to her talk about the cool people who were here at hawthorne. and then she mentioned some names; all names that hannah had not heard before. though the thought of the girl having friends like that was good for hannah. she was hoping that rosie would actually introduce her to some of these people. hannah was a very nice girl, she just hated when people betrayed and backstabbed her. but with the way rosie was talking, she doubted that would happen. hannah wished that she wasn't so shy. once she opened up, she was one of the silliest girls that people knew. she loved to joke around and have a good time.

hannah thought a moment before she spoke. "do yoiu think that you could maybe introduce me to some of your friends? i mean, i could try myself but since you know them it might be a little easier." hannah was hoping to break out of her shell a little bit. she couldn't stay shy her whole life, and she needed a lot of friends. well, she didn't need them but she certainly did want them. part of the reason why she didn'tmake any friends back at home was because she was a paranoid girl who was scared of rejection. the thought that she would be, or could be rejected killed her. her best friend was a girl her age, and they were into almostall of the exact same things. music was something that could bond hannah to anybody. she loved music more than she loved anything else in the world.

"i hate homework so much. i don't mind do an occasional worksheet here and there, but essays and stuff, i hate that. hannah was really opening up to the girl. the thoughtof this made her smile a little bit. "what class is your favorite here." she was trying to make more conversation about school. i think mine would have to be science, just because my lab partner is pretty cute. i mean, sure he won't ever know that i am alive, but yes he is prety damn cute. just because she couldn't have a guy, did not mean that she shouldn't dream. one of these days she was going to ask a boy out. no matter what it took, she really wanted to. it was something way out of her comfort zone, which was half of the reason why she wanted to do it so bad.

she felt bad for rosie. she didn't know what she would do if her mom had sent her here without talking to her about it first. then again, kids had no say over their parents. "well i am here if you ever need to talk. i may not be the bet person to talk to for advice, but i am here. i will always listen if you need something. promise." she smiled. right now she was hoping that things would stay great between her and rose, because she liked where this was going.

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