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Loving Annabelle, Alternate Ending Fan Fiction
Story written on January 30, 2007 by red_cardinal.
End of Chapter 7
Cat gets up and heads toward the headmistress’ table.
Beginning of Chapter 8
Kristen: [anticipates Cat’s intentions and turns to Colins] Annabelle was in our room last night, remember?
Colins: I don’t care if they’re together. I like them both.
Kristen: [exasperated] Colins, this is important. Annabelle was in our room. Last night. Rememberrrr?
Colins: [realization dawning on her] Ohhh… right. I remember.
Kristen: And, she got up… and went for a walk… before Cat woke up. I’ll see you upstairs.
Kristen gets up hurriedly from the table, strides out of the dining hall and up the stairs toward Miss Bradley’s door. Simone has waked up and noticed the clock flashing, the power having gone off during the storm. She realizes they are late for breakfast and she grabs Annabelle’s arm to wake her.
Simone: Annabelle. Annabelle wake up.
Annabelle: [stirs groggily and rubs her eyes] Wh- what is it?
Simone curses as she hears a quiet but frantic knocking at the door.
Kristen: Annabelle! Annabelle! It’s Kristen! Are you in there?
Annabelle races to the door as Simone scrambles into a pair of jeans and a top.
Annabelle: [she cracks the door and peeks out, whispering] Are you alright?
Kristen: You’ve got to get back to our room. Cat’s told Mother Immaculata you weren’t there last night. Hurry!
Simone has gathered Annabelle’s slip, socks and boots. She bites her lip as Annabelle begins dressing. Annabelle doesn’t bother with the socks or boots, but turns to Simone.
Annabelle: Nothing happened. Nothing. Happened. Everything will be fine. I promise.
Simone: [worriedly] You’d better go.
Annabelle: I love you – you know that, right?
Annabelle can’t resist kissing Simone, but she pulls away quickly and hurries out of the room. Kristen is sitting at her desk, casually reading a book. She’s already pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and tossed them on Annabelle’s bed for her to change into.
Annabelle: [flinging off her slip and tossing it along with her socks and boots into the closet, breathless] Kristen, I swear, somehow I will figure out some way to repay you.
Kristen: [looks toward the door] Hurry up, will you? Now listen. You and Colins and I all came back to the room together. And you left early this morning to take a walk. Colins is cool.


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