(Sorry about the lateness I can't do anything about that. It's still sort of on deadline, but a bit late.)
Anya got dressed and went through the typical routine then, instead of her father driving her to school, she walked. She did not want to be in the same car as her father and advised her siblings to not ride along with him, but they didn't listen. Natalia did though and was tagging along with Anya as she walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand with her older sister
"Why don't you want to ride with Papa?" Natalia asked squeezing Anya's hand. Anya froze and looked the girl in the eyes, frowning.
"Because," Anya responded, bitterness in her voice, "Papa is an idiot and has made bad decisions in his life." Natalia made an 'O' shape with her mouth.
"What did Papa do?" Anya trudged on and ignored the question, dragging Natalia along with her.
"Big Sister, why is Papa an idiot?" Natalia asked yet again, trying to stop her sister from dragging her. "What did Papa do that was so bad?" she pursued. Anya let go of her and walked on without the girl who stood puzzled as to why she was abandoned.
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The duo did eventually arrive at school, almost late.
The school was large, mass plots of land; unused and used. It had many buildings located on its campus for preschoolers, elementary, middle school, and high school. In the middle, was the lunchroom, tons of bathrooms, and the common room filled with clubs. Anya wasn't part of any of the clubs claiming that 'they'd reject me', so she wasn't pushed by Katrina to join any.
Anya dreadfully walked to her first class and sat at the desk closest to the door. Not typically the best choice one might think, since students walked in through their and she hated a majority of her first class and half of the high-schoolers, but there was Madeline.
(I know this is short. At least you get something most chapters will probably be short since I barely have the capacity to finish something I do. I should've really just had it be a one-shot or something. One-shots will probably be common for me. And because I lack motivation/ devotion, I think a week for me to write a story is too long and too short. I feel gross because I think I use the same words too much and my writing is everywhere…I am sorry. Goodbye. Posting will be irregular for those who want to know…I also blame sleep; the lack of it I suppose.)