Ana's POV
I balanced my small piece of decrepit luggage in one hand. It must
have been a sorry sight to see. A young girl wearing torn, ripped, and
faded jeans. This girl also was wearing long sleeved T- shirt even
though the afternoon wasn't particularly cold, bearing a single
rectangular suitcase with the handle clearly only fastened with a long
silver piece of duct-tape. I slowly ran my free hand over my ponytail.
As if a poor set of clothes wasn't the least of my problems, I had a
yellowish purple bruise across my left cheek bone. I had to almost
always wear long sleeves to cover the criss-crossing trail of bruises
and cuts, some ranging from purple to yellow. That was me, Anatsarina
Hatshepsut Merrell. A double rainbow. I smiled to myself, an
irrational gesture of light through my nightmare. I prepped myself for
my stay overseas in Britain. New schools are bad. PRIVATE schools are
ten times worse, especially because there isn't anything private about
them. I hated new schools. New schools means unfamiliar students,
curious and questioning students. Changing in general I don't like. I
want a nice safe and secure environment for my juvenile years. I knew
that my chances of that are slim to none, almost impossible. I was
just notorious for conjuring up all sorts of misfortune. Was normal
really too much to ask for? A fresh start is too much for me to
deserve? I took a deep, slow breath and I knocked on the door. Almost
immediately a tall boy with shaggy dirty blondish hair answered the
door. As I looked up at him I carefully took in his seemingly
prominent scowl and how his eyes shone with endless years of mischief.
He stood there frozen in motion.
"Uh, can I come in?" I asked him, hoping that would trigger an aural
response.
"What are you, twelve? " He questioned. His eyes seemed to trail up
and down across me, judging me by my physical characteristics.
"I'm fourteen." I responded annoyingly. Do I really look twelve? Then
rudely enough the door was slammed shut. Right in my face. I sighed
and frowned. I silently cursed him in Arabic. I set my bag down and I
leaned against the doorframe. It was getting pretty lonely on the
doorstep.
