I typed this on 4 separate days, twice in class. It's awkward typing in class.

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"I'm home!" She called out. She heard nothing throughout her apartment. Annie peeked into the kitchen and saw no one there. Her father wasn't home.

While she was in the kitchen, she opened the fridge door. There was an empty carton and some containers full of half-eaten leftover pizza from the previous nights. Annie sighed and shut the fridge door then trudged to her room. She threw down her bag on the desk and slid down in her chair. She dug around in her bag until she found a crumpled up piece of paper, smoothed it out a bit, and put it on the table in front of her. It was her English homework. She figured she'd try and do it at least. As soon as she pressed the pencil to the paper the home phone rang.

Annie stood up and waked to the living room to pick up the land line.

"Hello?" She asked in a monotone voice.

"Annie? Is that you?"

She hesitated for a second. She couldn't recognize the voice, but she knew she wouldn't be able to hang up now. She answered, "Who is this?"

"Annie, dear!" She could practically hear the smile on her face. "It's your mother!"

She froze. She wasn't allowed to call. She could be arrested. She heard her mother's voice again, "How are—?"

"You shouldn't be calling." She interrupted.

"I know but..." She paused. "Its been so long. I haven't heard your voice in over ten years. You sound so grown up!"

Annie inwardly sighed. She stopped talking to her mother after the court to keep her away from Annie. She wasn't allowed to call or write or anything unless Annie so chose. I guess her mother got tired of waiting for her darling daughter to call her.

"You aren't allowed to call me, ya know."

She heard her mother hum. "Well you won't tell anyone about that, right?"

Annie groaned. She really didn't like her mother. It wasn't really her fault, to be honest. During the years her father beat her his reason was mostly that she looked like her mother. She didn't remember her mom well since she left them when she was a little kid. Annie just chose to blame her mother for her suffering.

"So!" Her mother yelled, knocking her out of her thoughts. "How about we do something for your birthday, hm? We can take you out for pizza!"

"We?" Annie asked.

"Yes!" Her mother answered quickly. "Me, you, James and Damian." Oh.

Annie never met her mothers new husband or her half brother. She got a letter a few years back from her mother saying she got married again, but Annie had just thrown it away, not really bothering to read it. She didn't want to hear about her mother or her new life. Things have changed. "Oh, I'm actually—"

"Able to come?" She interrupted "Great! We'll pick you up around six. Bye Annie!" Before she could say anything, she heard a click to indicate that her mother hung up.

Wondering what the hell just happened, Annie put the phone on the receiver. She slowly turned to the clock on the wall. It was three. She had three hours until her mother got here. Shit, she thought. Annie trudged to her room and changed out of her uniform into a pair of black skinny jeans and a light blue long sleeve shirt. She retied her blonde hair in a short ponytail. If she didn't go with her mother later Annie already knew her mom will drag her out in the most legal way possible. She flopped down on her mattress and lied there for a few minutes until she heard the front door open.

"Annie, I'm back!" Her father called out.

"Alright!" She yelled through the door. She heard him shuffle around in the kitchen for a bit, then she heard beeps from the telephone. Wait...

A couple seconds later her father barged in through the door. "Your mother called." He said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes." She answered calmly. "So?"

Her father took a few steps forward until he was at the end of her bed. "Why?" He asked in a more forceful tone.

Annie sat up and leaned against the headboard of her bed. "She wished me a happy birthday. Why does it matter?"

"Because!" He growled. His voice was rising. "She is not supposed to call you! I could have her arre—"

"But you wouldn't do that." She stared at him in the eyes, her icy blue eyes staring into his hazel ones. "You would do anything to stay out of court again, right father?"

He glared at her for a minute. "You look too much like your mother." He turned away and walked out of her room grumbling. She got up and shut the door, then sat down on her desk chair instead. Her eyes drifted to her homework. Sighing, she picked up her pencil, pressed it back on the paper and started her homework. She had to occupy herself somehow for three hours, right?

...

She looked at the time on her phone. It was five till six and there was no way she was letting her mother in the building. Annie threw on her grey windbreaker, shoved her keys in her jacket pocket and sped to the door. Just when she turned the doorknob to leave she heard her father call her.

"Annie!"

She gripped the knob tighter. "Yes father?"

He walked out of his room. "Where are you going?"

She let go of the knob. "I'm going out."

He crossed his arms. "Yes but where?"

She half turned towards him. "Why does it matter?"

"I'm your father. I have the right to know where yo—"

"So now you care?" She blurted out. He stared at his daughter. "Annie, I've always—"

"No you haven't!" She glared at him from the corner of her eye. "I go somewhere that isn't school-related almost everyday! I leave through this door and you never stopped me. You never even asked where I was going!"

Her father stalked forwards and gripped her shoulder. He spun her around so she faced him completely. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me! I deserve respect!"

She glared at him harder. "Oh yeah, respect. After all that shit you put me through?! Fuck no!"

His grasp on her shoulder tightened. "Annie—"

"I bet you only care where I'm going so I don't talk to mom!"

The next thing she knew she was on the floor. The side of her head was aching. Her father towered over her. "Don't speak of your mother in this house anymore." He spat. "I forbid it!"

Her eyes had widened as she stared at her fathers face. It was full of rage. He pulled his leg back as if he was going to kick her, but he froze. Angrily, he slowly lowered his leg again and balled his fists. "Go. Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore."

Quickly, Annie rose from the ground and practically ran out the door. She flew down the stairs and pushed the foyer door open. She saw a blue SUV parked in front of the building. The passenger window rolled down and her mother's head popped out. "Annie!" She called merrily.

Annie groaned. She trudged to the car and pulled the back door open. She saw the boy in the back seat. He had hazel brown hair, icy blue eyes and his skin was fair like hers. Annie sat down in the seat in beside him and slammed the door shut. Her mother turned in her seat to face her. "Annie, this is my husband James," she said nodding to the man in front of the wheel. His brown hair was short and well-kept. "And this is Damian," she pointed the the boy beside her. "Say hi, Day."

Her half brother was staring at her and didn't say a word. Annie raised an eyebrow at him. The boy shook his head. "Hi."

Their mother just smiled. "This is going to be so much fun, won't it?"

"Yeah...fun." The half siblings replied in a bored tone.

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1,344 words :D not the longest but not the shortest.

This took forever im sorry. i had to study for exams and i kept forgetting about this, but what do you think? My friend said it would be cool to add her mother into the picture. Im thinking of Armin's POV next too but i dont know where to put him. Working at the pizza joint? I dunno.

Review? :)