𝔹𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮

Ana woke up, again with aching head.

Her mind instantly sweetened realising that the day is holiday.

Better, for some reason her parents are gonna work.

She leisurely opened her phone.
She doesn't feel like studying.

She stared reading Sherlock Holmes.

"Anaaa" her mom's voice woke her up.
She had fallen asleep.
It was 5:00 pm .
She grunted.
Then randomly chatted with her mum.

Her mum was a good woman, just not experienced.
Ana pitied her, for having a daughter like herself.

As usual, the conversation drifted to how sad she was, her mom frowned.

"You have everything, what do you want."

Ana said nothing.

"Just go and study"

"I don't want to, I have a headache "

"That only occurs when you need to study?"

Ana's eyes watered.
She's such a typical girl.
Can't she be the savage cool one?

She raised from her chair, trying not to show she was hurt.
Grabbed her jacket, her mom sat down with work too.

She went out.
Woah, this takes courage.

She sat on the playground.
She wished she could smoke.
Too bad the neighbourhood knew her too well, and as the sweetest girl on town too.

She was such a sweet girl.
She did her studies, chores.
Sure she's a bit melancholic, sure she gets involved in relationships.
But her mom didn't know that.

Why is she so unhappy with her?

Ana sighed.
She loved to be alone, having her silly little thoughts.

Playground....
She met Gojo here.

She didn't see him for a week.

She finally had a good friend though.
A quirky junior, Riko.
At the thought of Riko, she smiled.

Suddenly she wished school wasn't closed.

Gojo huh? She'll probably never meet him again.
No doubt, he was the most handsome guy she ever met.

It's actually better to never see him, she'll just fall in love.

Hopefully she didn't yet, but if they conversed again, or just eye-smiled, she would.

She was just a girl after all.
She felt the butterflies swimming on her nose.
She opened her eyes.
All she saw was butterflies.
No way, she's getting colder.
Her chest hurts.

It's like a movie scene, she thought.
Heroines having a heart attack while thinking about hero.

Oh, she was the villainess.

She sighed. Breathing slowly.

Wondering about all the "indifference" from her childhood.

It wasn't tragic, just dull.

She's gotten so used to the dullness so much, anything interesting scares her .

She looked around her.

Such a beautiful surroundings.
If she was in a movie, she would've sang.
But she was like other girls.
Too scared to ruin her image.
Insecure of her voice.
Afraid of doing new things.
She floated on her endless thoughts.

Suddenly she heard a humming.
Not a very soothing or sweet one.

A male voice, immature.

She stared at the direction.