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January 5th, 2:30 pm
Ravis waited loyally outside the choir room for his friend as the other students fled down the halls towards the buses. It had been their first day back from Christmas break and apparently the entire school had already been aware of the way Anastasia had sang on Karaoke night in Down Town Espresso. How did he know that? Because the minute they stepped in the high school they were surrounded by whispers and stares coming from the other students, and even some teachers. As soon as the final bell rang, the chorus instructor made sure to confront poor Ana immediately.
The Latvian nation leaned to the side so he could hear bits and pieces from the heated argument inside the surprisingly non-soundproof music room.
"Join… club… waste… give anything… gifts…" Latvia recognized the instructor's deep voice. He didn't have to wait very long to hear Ana's response.
"I would've joined earlier if I cared a DAMN about the high school's Choir club! I'm already in the chess club!" Anastasia's voice was a great deal louder than the instructor's, whose reply was even quieter than his last. Ravis had to strain to hear it.
"You… quit… chess… choir… looks better… college."
"YOU THINK I WOULD QUIT THE CHESS CLUB SO I COULD STAND ON A DAMN STAGE IN FRONT OF PEOPLE WHO JUDGE ME ON WHAT I LOOK LIKE SO I COULD GROW UP TO HAVE FIFTY-SEVEN PAPARAZZI FOLLOWING ME AROUND 24-7?" Latvia instinctively jumped back and covered his ears. He absent-mindedly wondered how someone with such a flat chest had such big lungs.
Anastasia smashed the door wide open, giving Latvia a clear view of the chorus instructor cowering in a corner of the room (Ravis guessed that his friend was smiling while screeching at him).
Ravis watched her stomp down the hallway with her hands in her pockets, and remembered how uneasy she had been on the walk to school. Knowing her skills with technology, he doubted that she hadn't already discovered the video on YouTube. Latvia however, thought everyone was staring at him when they walked into school. In took a hyperactive Ally fill him in on the video hit.
Latvia shivered at the thought of someone secretly videotaping him.
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Anastasia leaned against the old elevator's wall, letting her tense body relax in the comfort of solitary. She remembered her thought of stitching that noisy choir teacher's lips together with fishing line. The idea of his blood causing the clear strings to appear red pleased her more than she would like to admit.
The doors creaked open, revealing the familiar living room. She knew that the two other residents were out trying to get one of them into a nursery home, so there was no use announcing her return. Slowly, she walked across the living room, stopping at the slightly new phone on the coffee table (Tammy broke the house phone at least once every two months). She cautiously knelt down to check the number of missed calls. Eyes closed, Ana remembered that there was twenty-three in the mourning. She inhaled slowly and opened her eyes to see the number. She both physically and mentally flinched when she did.
There were seventy-eight unread messages.
A feeling in Anastasia's gut told her that none of them were for George.
Shakily, she got up and swayed into her small bedroom, letting her mind wander to the hazards of the video.
True, she didn't want to be bombarded by paparazzi and newsmen on her way to school. There was no doubt in her mind that they fount out her address too when they found her phone number. Ana also hated it when people stared at her, especially the way they did that day in school. However, she wasn't worried about those things. Weary of them yes, but not worried about them.
What she was afraid of was that video going global.
She remembered singing to Ekaterina in her days at the orphanage. She doubted that the older female wouldn't be able to recognize ether her voice or appearance, if not both.
She had gone three years with out being found by her former home. Although she did strongly wish to return to Russia someday, she had no desire to do it now.
Several faces flashed through her mind. Ally, George. She thought. Tammy, David. When the last face flashed in her mind, she felt the corners of her mouth turn upward in bliss.
"Ravis" she whispered quietly.
No, she didn't want to go back just yet.
Eleventh chapter finished! For those of you who are wondering how long this fanfiction is going to be, I'm not planning to take it over twenty chapters, however, if a have to, I will.
In the mean time however, I will be focusing on Anastasia's personality. I'm trying to make her like the thought of her committing physical violence on others, but at the same time know that it's not normal for her to be thinking those thoughts, and be ashamed of it.
~J-Chan