Ana is like a mother to me. Almost. With both my parents away from the base almost all the time, I had to be put into somebody else's care, so Ana became my second mom. She was getting old and could no longer go on missions, so she mainly worked as a coach, my coach, and teacher.
My first interaction with Ana was short, from when I was around 3 or 4 years old, and all I remember was that I was introduced to her, then scared away by her eye patch. Many interactions after that had the same outcome, and I only grew used to it after a couple of months of meeting her on a daily basis.
According to Ana herself, she was one of the first snipers Overwatch had, and one of the best, as well. Neither of my parents knew how to use rifles, so I guess they figured that Ana could teach me, and so she did. We would go to the shooting range to practice aim, as well as the training center to improve my physical ability. Occasionally, she would also teach me some basic skills, like math, literature, and history.
There were no other kids living in the Overwatch base, the youngest being that hamster, so I was always pretty lonely, with nothing to do. My parents quickly took note of that, and guess what they did? More time with Ana.
As I grew older, Ana became an even bigger part of my life, and even when I didn't think she could grow any closer to me, she somehow did. As I got better at gun control, we would add an extra lesson every week. When my 5k time got a few seconds slower, she would add fifteen more minutes of physical training every day. Everything I did, mistake or feat, would result in spending more time with her.
I wouldn't say that I don't like being with her, but I'm definitely not a fan of having a packed schedule with the same person all day, sometimes starting as early as 5 in the morning to 10 at night. Sometimes, I wish that I could be... normal. Like the kids who go to a normal school, and the kids who have normal parents. They would be surrounded by normal people and just live a normal life.
But other times, I'm extremely grateful for all that I have at Overwatch. Over the years, I've made so many new friends, although most of them are much older than me, as well as learned so many self-defense methods, although I'm sure that the security at Overwatch could guarantee that I would never need to use them. And unlike those normal kids, I've met so many cool and different people at the base (I'm sure they've never met a monkey... ahem, scientist, or a girl who has the ability to basically time travel. Or a former professional video gamer, or a master sniper, for that matter).
So, back to Ana. She's usually a pretty nice person, being old and gullible and all, but sometimes, her anger goes through the roof. Almost literally. Once, she threw me into the air during physical combat and I almost caught onto a ceiling beam.
You could say that she has the patience level of a two-year-old, which is not high, by the way. A little mess-up could result in her applaud or rage; I can never tell. That's why I try to please Ana as much as I can. And if I were to give a percentage, I'd say about 95% of the time.
But what about the other five? That's when she starts throwing people onto ceilings or yelling at them. I'm sure I could go on and on about the crazy things Ana has done when she gets mad, but the story of now would be the most interesting. I mean, I just pulled an all-nighter right after she told me not to, so what's the worst that could happen?
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I walked into the training center: a big, open room with part of it covered by a ceiling and the other half open to the sunlight. There was a field, a swimming pool, a parkour course, and the combat dojo. I took out my phone and looked at the time; it was 5:38. Crap.
With no time to spare, I slid down the stair rail, getting a few strange looks from the other trainees. For a moment, I was actually having fun, until I realized what was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.
