ciao Community lovers! I got bored one giorno this summer and decided to write a Abed and Annie fan fic! I thought I would post it here, so I could get some reviews from true Community connoisseurs. Please tell me watch te think in the comments! Keep on laerning!
Streets Ahead,
Sara (:
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I woke up at six o'clock sharp. I turned off my beeping alarm, and after snapping out of my groggy state of mind, thoughts began to flood my head. I ignored them as much as I could, but after I finished my breakfast of Multigrain Cheerios, I surrendered to the pestering worries. After all, it was hard to ignore something bouncing around the inside of your head

'What are te going to wear today?'

'Have te memorized your scheduled, yet?'

'Should te even bother to attempt to check in on Mom and Dad?'

I kept answering all these domande silently, keeping the risposte to myself in the vast land that my thoughts consumed. But even after I finished self-assessing myself (not to mention showering, getting dressed, and pinning back my hair), the one most true- and most painful- domanda came to mind; the domanda I had been trying to avoid all day.

'Are te sincerely ready for this?'

It was a simple question, honestly, and yet it still made my cuore grow heavy. I thought to myself silently for a moment, deciding upon my answer.

"Yes." I whispered; the first word I had detto aloud all day.

"Yes," I repeated, " Yes, Annie, te can do this. Sincerely. te won't be known for te pill addiction anymore, te won't be called Little Annie Aderal', either. This is a new beginning. A new chapter in your life. Annie Edison, this is your fresh start."

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I awoke to hearing the Cougar Town theme song playing on my T.V. I had just set it up in my new dorm room a few days ago. It was Wednesday, the third giorno of my first week of Greendale Community College. I turned the T.V. off- I hadn't gotten the chance to last night before I had fallen asleep during Season 3 commentary- and went to go find me some breakfast. I settled for a box of Lucky Charms- I had bought them awhile ago, so the cereal was somewhat stale- and pondered at what I would make of my day.

So far- all week, in fact- I hadn't done much. I was over-looked da almost everyone, but that I was used to. I had always been an "observer" type, so to speak. One thing caught my off guard, however.

After I bathed and dressed, I let my mind wander to that seemingly distant memory, although it had only been two days ago.

It was the first giorno of school at Greendale. I was on my usual route to my literature class (my Dad only funded my college classes that had to do with the family falafel business and basic subjects); that was the first time I laid my eyes on her. She was a beautiful girl with shiny, straight, shoulder-length brunette hair, her side bangs pinned back with small bobby pin. Her eyes were a deep brown, the color of melting chocolate. A blue cropped sweater is what she wore over a lighter blue colored blouse, a knee-lengthed skirt, and ballet flats. Her nose was poked in a book, and, if I remember correctly, it was Pride And Prejudice. She wasn't paying much attention to where she was was going, and that when she crashed into me.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, dropping her book completely. "I'm so sorry!"

She helped me pick up a few of my text libri I had dropped in the collision, and I handed her what she was carrying, her special edition copy of Pride And Prejudice.

"Thanks," she told me, and then questioning again "Are te sure you're alright? Can I do anything for you? I'm really sor-"

I cut her off.

"Don't worry about it." I reassured her; a strange sense of confidence in my voice. There was a pause. That was usually when I would have walked away, being my normal (well- normal for me) self. But then I stuck out my hand and detto "I'm Abed; Abed Nadir."

She shook it and said, smiling "Annie, Annie Edison."

The last three days, that name had been perpetually etched in my mind. I hadn't been myself, recently, and- the worst part is that I can't even tell what's changed within me. It's a feeling a I had never felt before.

"I guess I'll see te around campus," I said, returning her smile as she got off the hallway floor where we had just had our first encounter and waved goodbye, shouting "See ya!" over her cardigan covered shoulder.

For some reason, I had an urge inside me telling me that I wanted to see her again. I couldn't understand how I felt, and even movie references failed me. What I had yet to realize was that my strange feelings for that Annie Edison girl were something stranger than I could have ever imagined. The strangeness that I'm referring to is called love.