Dear Mom,

let me protect you

dear mom,

as english ended i got my stuff and started heading out the door,

the awkward bit of it all was how benedict was coming over to me,

and wrapping one of his arms around me,

while he waved goodbye to the girls,

who were lurking over to him,

and clinging to his skin like a leech.

"hey there annabelle."

i cringed at my name,

recalling memories of my mother and father.

"don't call me that.

and what happened to you?

why are you so-"

i turned and faced him confused mommy.

he gave me an amused smirk though,

and leaned over to me mommy.

"why am i so different?"

i felt quite nervous due to the closeness we were.

"because i don't want to get make fun of annabelle."

he stayed quiet after that,

but continued to let his arm snake around me,

and then after a little bit,

i just felt molested because of his arm,

so i smacked it away and he gave me a confused glance,

when i should be the one confused.

"annabelle,

you'll find that not everyone is what you think.

so why not let me protect you from everyone?"

"aren't you addressing yourself also too?"

i snapped back at him.

"i am.

but i'm not that dangerous annabelle."

he gave me another amused smile,

before snaking his arm around my waist,

pulling me closer to his beating body,

and walking right into the cafeteria.

he's just confusing mommy.

love,

ann

confusedly written on a scrap piece of paper.