My Understandings. (Of Mice and Men love story.)

A New Life.

I arrived at the new suburban looking school in California, and walked in. "Abigail Brooks?" The office woman asked. "Yes thats me." I smiled. "Heres your schedule sweetie. You're late but heres a pass." She smiled. "Thank you."

I walked into my 12th grade advanced chem class as the old looking teacher was taking role. "May I help you?" She asked. "Hi im Abigail.. Im new." I said quickly and quietly. "Speak up hun i cant hear you." She said. I sighed. "Im Abigil Brooks. Im new." I said louder. "Oh yes have a seat over there. I sat down next to a blonde girl and two guys. The blonde looked me over until she decided I was acceptable to talk to. "I'm Gielle." She said. Her voice already annoyed me. "Abigail." I smiled. "So do you go by Abby?" She asked. "No. Just Abigil." I said getting my binder out. "You're already annoying her Gielle. Im Alan, and thats Shayley." The ginger guy said. I looked at Shayley. He had beautiful ice blue eyes, long brown hair, and a steel lip ring implanted into his skin. "Im Shayley." He smiled.

He also had an amazing smile.

"Abigail." I smiled back. "AUSTIN CARLILE YOU ARE LATE!" The teacher yelled. "Sorry teach." He said sitting down by Gielle. He fixed his beaine then looked at me. "You're new. Aren't you." He said. "Yeah, her name is Abigail." Alan said. "So she cant speak?" Austin glared over at Alan. "Im Abigail." I said awkwardly. "See, was that so hard?" He smiled at me. "Well Im Austin and this is-"

"We already went over names dumbass." Alan said. Austin gave Alan and look then put his arm around Gielle, which im guessing is his girlfriend.

After 2 more class periods was lunch. "PHILL TINO!" Austin yelled motioning to the table we sat at.

I sat next to Shayley and Alan. "Shit I didn't bring a water." I muttered. "I can take you to the vending machine." Shayley smiled. We both got up and walked down the halls. "So where did you move from?" Shayley asked. I looked down. "Uh Seattle." I said. "Why? Seattles great." We got to the vending machine. "Well, I had a few problems back home." I said putting my quarters in the machine. "What kind of problems?" A curious Shayley asked.

"Drugs."

"Oh.." He stood behind me. "Please dont tell anyone. I dont want them to you know. Think of me differently." He nodded. "I Understand. You can trust me though." He smiled. I smiled back at him and we walked back.

After lunch Shayley and I had chorus. "Mr. Johnson this is Abigail, shes new." He smiled. "Ah Abigail. I have heard good, and well bad things about your from your old school back in Seattle. Do you mind singing in front of people?" He asked. Suddenly a thought went through my head of my ex boyfriend and I taking meth instead of going to band practice.

"Abigail." Shayley said putting his hand on my back. "Sorry. Yeah im fine with that." I said. "Mind singing now?" He asked. "What song?"

"Not good enough for the truth in cliche?" Shayley suggested.

I giggled to myself. "Okay, do you have a guitar I could use?" I asked Mr. Johnson. He handed me a brown acoustic guitar. "Class settle down!" He said as Shayley, Mr. Johnson, and I walked to the front of the class. "Our new student, Abigail, will be singing a song for you with Shay. Please be respectful." I smiled at Shayley then strummed away.

Hurtful words,

From my enemies of the last five years,

What's it like to die alone?

How does it feel when tears freeze,

When you cry?

The blood in your veins is twenty below.

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Something I cannot forget.

So for now, take this down a notch,

Crash my car through your window,

Make sure you're still alive,

Just in time to kill you,

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Something I cannot forget.

I can't take this (take) anymore

I can't take this (take) anymore

I can't take this (take) anymore

(I cannot feel what you've done to me)

I can't take this (take) anymore

(What you've done to me)

So for now, take this down a notch,

Crash my car through your window,

(Window)

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Something I cannot forget.

I put the guitar down. The class cheered for Shay and I. I looked over at Shayley and smiled.

"Whos next?" Mr. Johnson asked as Shay and I went to our seats.

** The video on the side is what Abigail sounds like c: and the picture is Shayley Bourget.**