Anna sat on her couch, watching TV without paying any notice to her mother.

"Dammit, Anna! All you do is sit on your ass all day watching that stupid cartoon!" She yelled, hoping that will get her daughter to snap out of her daze and get her to do her chores.

Well, one thing's for certain. It did snap her out of her daze.

"WHAT? This is not a 'stupid cartoon'! It's Inuyasha, Mom! It's an awesome anime!"

"I want you to turn that crap off and go to your room. Maybe that'll teach you not to talk back to me!" Her mother stormed off.

Anna watched as her mom left the room, and picked up a blue-and-green checkered pillow. She took a deep breath and screamed loudly, not wanting to leave the living room. She waited a few minutes, and stood up to retrieve her DVD, then stomped up the stairs. The chains from her baggy pants jingled as she climbed each stair. She went into her bedroom, and flopped on the bed, burying her face in the covers.

Her bedroom floor was covered in clothes, the walls covered in posters, the bed covered in CD's. She winced as she pulled one out from under her, checked to make sure it wasn't broken, and threw it back behind her. She sighed and rolled on her back, letting her head fall off the edge. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid that dug into her back. She pulled the hair out from under her and pulled her black shirt down so it would cover her stomach. Why do I waste my time yelling at her? Anna thought. She walked to her window and opened it. She sat on the ledge, kicking her legs back and forth. She leaned against the side of the window and sighed again. I can't wait until next week...I'll graduate, turn eighteen, and move in with Kristin...Life will rock. She grinned to herself at the thought of moving out of the house she had lived in since the day she came home from the hospital. Her bedroom was already full of boxes lining the sides. Most were empty; she had all her clothes on the floor. She was too lazy to pick them up, fold them, store them in the boxes, load the boxes into her car, unload the boxes, unpack the boxes, throw her clothes on the floor. It was just too difficult.

Anna snapped out of her thoughts as the front door slammed. She gasped, quickly throwing herself back inside the room. She landed on a shoe, and quietly complained from the pain. She got back up, and looked down out of her window. She watched her mom walk down the sidewalk, and turn left out of her sight. She closed her eyes and listened carefully as the familiar sound of her mother's car started, backed out of the driveway, and turned right, to who-knows-where. Anna did a short, silent dance of victory, and nearly jumped down the stairs. She ran into the kitchen and looked at the note on the counter:

Anna,

I'm going off to work, I'll be back around 9. Don't watch those stupid cartoons!

Love, your mother

Anna rolled her eyes. I'm almost eighteen! Why the fuck is she still writing me these? She crumbled it up and threw it away, checking the clock right after. 3:18. She smiled to herself and went to the phone, dialed a number she had known most of her life, and waited as the slow, monotonous ring rang four times, and a familiar voice answered.

"Yeah, Kristin?" She asked.

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"Gah. You're so dumb. It's ANNA!" She yelled the last part, and laughed before she put the phone back to her ear.

"-Ou are so mean to me! It hurt my fucking ear!"

"Ah, you'll get over it. So, what are you doing today?"

"Ugh," She said through the phone line. "Absolutely nothing. I'm so damn bored. Please tell me you want me to come over! If you don't, I'll cry."

Anna chuckled. "Why else would I call you?"

"Um...phone sex?"

"Ew...shut up. And get over here, while you're at it. I got a new Inuyasha DVD two days ago, and my Mom's been bitching to me for watching 'cartoons.'"

"AH! Cartoons...it disgusts me. Why don't parents call it by its rightful name...Anime?"

"I don't know. Now get your ass over here. I'm making popcorn." Anna pushed the 'OFF' button on the phone, and put it back on its charger. She leaned with her back against the wall, staring at it. Since when did we replace 'hanging up the phone' with 'turning off the phone'? She thought for a moment more, Then laughed at the idea. She opened a cabinet just above her stove, and stood on her toes to reach a big, blue plastic bowl. She sat the bowl on the counter, and opened another door, grabbing a package of microwave popcorn. Oh yes...This will rock... She smiled as she fixed the snack.

Ten minutes after their "friendly" phone call, the doorbell, which has annoyed Anna since the day she first heard it, rang, and she slapped her forehead, answering the door. "Dammit, Kris, you're LATE!" She screamed the last word at her friend.

Kristin was one of the most beautiful girls Anna had ever met. Short blonde hair, slim figure, blue eyes. Anna herself was straight, so it was a little weird when she told people about her best friend, who just so happened to be gay. Anna never really thought about it; Kristin knew she liked guys and never hit on her.

"AH! Don't yell at me! It's so fucking evil!" She stomped in the house, playing with her baggy Nightmare Before Christmas tee shirt. "Mmm, I smell food. GIVE ME FOOD, OR I LEAVE!"

Anna looked at her odd. "I thought you were here to watch Inuyasha with me, not eat."

She shrugged. "We don't have any food at home. Sowie."

Anna rolled her eyes, smiling.