My All Time Low (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1 (with a picture of Anime)

*Note to readers: There is a picture of Anime on the side. It took me a long time to find the perfect person for Anime.

Chapter 1

  I let my scorching black hair drape over my shoulders. I could smell the lead of my pencil as I was finishing the dragon I had just drawn. It looks fantastic. The scales and the general structure were almost perfect. I must perfect it. What am I kidding. It's almost three a.m. and my first day of  high school begins tomorrow. I should really get some sleep. Tomorrow I would finally be a freshman. More like freshmeat.

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"Anime Webster" Mrs. Franta said. "Here" I said. That's one person who pronounced my name right. Usually, some people would call me 'Anni-me' or 'AnI-meh'. Instead, this lady actually pronounced my name right; 'Ana-may'. This may just give me a glimmer of hope for honors english.

I love school and I've been told that I'm a genius. I'm one of those people where I don't have to put any effort in getting good grades. I also don't have to put much effort in drawing. I like art. Whenever I'm upset or frustrated I always turn to drawing to calm my mood. 

I'm not very social I guess. I have a couple of friends. I have a best friend too; Anna. Sometimes, I envy Anna. I envy her because of how perfect she is. She's smart, nice, and pretty. She's so tiny compared to her almost 5'9 best friend. She can get guys and she is athletic. And then there's me. I was tall and awkward. I am smart and somewhat pretty; but not as pretty as Anna. I have some insecurities as well. I am never satisfied with my weight. 114 pounds was just too fat for me. I only eat gum, candies, and drink juice. If I eat real food, I have to make myself throw up afterwards. I went a week without eating food once. Anna knows about these habbits. Only Anna. She tries to get me to eat. In some cases it works and others, it doesn't. 

Occasionally, I cut myself. My mom and I don't have a good relationship with eachother. I cut the sides of my back so no one will notice. Anna knows about this as well. She checks the sides of my back to make sure there aren't any new cuts. My mom abuses me verbally and sometimes physically. I can think back to the worst night of my life with my mom.

"WHERE THE HELL IS WALLET?" mom repulsively. I can tell she was drunk. "Mom. I don't know!" I said slightly irritated. "Don't back sass me, bitch!" mom shouting at me now. "I am NOT a bitch and just go to sleep or som--"Shutup, you don't talk back to me. The HELL with you!" she said icily. "I hate you" I said in a bare whisper. "WHAT did you say?? Come. Here. Now." she said. Think of happy thoughts. God please help me. "No!" I say. I turn to itch my arm when I felt her heavy shoe against my face. There was blood coming from my nose. Crying now, I tell her "Just leave me alone! You're a terrible person!". I headed to my room quickly before she could say anything more. 

The sound of the last period bell hits me back to reality. I could hear the announcements in the hallway. "Students, next Friday is the Harvest Dance, so bring your dates and friends." Yeah, another dance I won't be attending. In the hallway, I come to find Anna's face greeted with a smile.

"Are you going to the dance?" she said happily. "Nah, I think I'll pass. It's only September and they're having a dance" I say.  "Please come! It'll be fun" she said. "No thanks, I'll have no date and you'll be having a blast. That's the way it always ends" I muttered. "Nope, your coming. End of discussion." This should be interesting.

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Someone asked me to the dance today. Spero Giorgos. I never thought this Greek tennis player would ask me. With his tall, tan frame and his brown hair, he's irresistable. Spero is very smart and he's really nice to everyone, but he's not a pushover. To be honest with you, I hadn't seen this one coming. I guess he did look at me sometimes, but I never really noticed. Anyway, I'm delighted, yet nervous at the same time. What should I wear? Will this outfit make me look fat? I have to look good for the dance, so I'm not going to eat or drink anything for a few days. Don't be mad at me; I'm just a fat slob and you're going to have to get used to it. But enough of that, what I can't stop thinking about is the way Spero asked me to the dance. 

I'm about to shut my locker door, when I see someone aproach me. Is that Spero? Yes. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. Don't make a fool of yourself Anime. Just relax and it will be all fine.

 "Hey Anime!" Spero slightly overexcited. "Hello" I say; I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I'm blushing. "So, uh, would you please come to the Harvest Dance with me?" Spero nervous. "Yes! That would be awesome!" I squeak. Damnit, I probably look like an idiot now. "Okay! Cool." Spero overjoyed. I grinned and felt more heat rising in my cheeks. He was walking away when I heard him say to himself "I can't believe she said yes. This is going to be awesome!" Indeed, this is going to be awesome. 

When I got home from school I finished my homework and started drawing more dragons. Anna thinks I have an obsession with dragons. Speaking of Anna, I should call her about the dance. In just seconds, I speed dialed Anna's number.

"Hey". "Hi Anime, what goes on?" "Well, Spero Giorgos asked me to the dance today!" "Oh my God! I'm so happy for you! Let me come over so we can talk and maybe I can help pick out your outfit. Gah, I'm so hungry. Hey are you eating??" "Yes, please come over. Uhmm, no I'm not really eating anything." "Anime, please eat something. For me. Please eat. I beg of you." "No. I'm fat." "You are not fat Anime." "Yeah I am, I'm 114 freaking pounds." "Anime, I'm 5'3 and I'm 120 pounds. That should say something." "Alright, alright. MAYBE, I'll eat something." "Anime, I'm coming over and I'll make you eating something then. Bye." "Bye."

Ding Dong. Anna is here. Thank goodness. Mom is always so much nicer when Anna is around.

"Hey!" I say; extending mjy arms out for a hug. She hugs me and then says "Cut the crap, you're eating something. Now." She rushes to ym food pantry. "How about this banana?" she says. "That could work." I said. "Yes, but will you puke it out?" Anna says. She knows me too well. "Um". "You have to swear that you will not puke out the banana?" her tone serious. "Alright. Fine. I swear that I will not puke out the banana." Her face has a huge smug. Anna, you are such a caring friend. Oh, how I love you. It took me  thirty minutes to eat that banana. To Anna, that was all worth it. "Have you been cutting?" Anna says. "N-no" I say. I shouldn't have studdered. Now it's going to look like I'm lying. Her face looked suspicious. She checks my sides. "Nothing fresh or new. This is good" she says. I haven't cut in three and half months. This is more than good.

Anna and I agreed for me to wear a light lavender top (since it compliments my olive skin) complete with tight jeans and black converse. Anna is going to wear a colorful sleeve top with tight jeans and silver flats. I'm so excited about the dance. Maybe after the dance, Spero might ask me to be his girlfriend. Fat chance. I haven't had a boyfriend since seventh grade. Peter Adams was his name. His good manners and boyish charm was easy enough to fall for. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes of course. I loved Peter and he meant a lot to me. Our relationship was great. Until the new girl, Sarah Egan, came to our school. At the time, I didn't have many classes with Peter but Sarah did. They became more than best buddies. Sometimes, I would see their flirtatious actions. The one day, Sarah gave Peter a hug with such compassion and then he kissed her. I was with rage. Afterschool I told him that our relationship was over, followed by a huge slap on the face. I walked to the bus and cried myself to sleep that day. After that, I never had a boyfriend again. Not because I didn't want to, but because of getting hurt once again.