4 MORANT, ziggy berman

one.

     CAMP NIGHTWING was the worst possible place to be in Anastazia's opinion. It was full of sweaty kids, stupid teenagers, and weirdos. There were people fucking in the cabins, bathrooms, you name it. To add fuel to the fire, her mom's horrible boyfriend was the reason she was here in the first place. He'd somehow managed to convince the woman that sending Ana off was a good thing, though she knew it was simply so they could fuck whenever, wherever, and however.

    Though he didn't live with them, that man was somehow there all the time. He'd act like he owned the place even though he lived in a crappy apartment building with his two kids. The kids weren't bad, it was their father who was the issue. He'd try and control Ana as if he was her dad─her father had left them not even a year ago─and when she didn't listen, he'd punish her by hitting her, as if he had some kind of authority. When the girl spoke to her mom about it, she'd do her best to console Ana and she'd reprimand Jace, but that only worsened things.

     Being her mom's only child, Ana grew up lonely. She never really cared to make friends or to socialize with anyone. This trait, of course, wouldn't come to benefit her in any way. She was known to be antisocial and an introvert. She was the girl who never spoke to anyone. She wasn't considered to be 'normal' whatever the fuck that meant. She didn't find any problems with how she chose to live. Ana prefered to not speak instead of speaking to people who pretended to be something that they weren't.

     The girl approached the hanging tree. Her thoughts began to fog up her brain and her mind wandered off into the deepest parts, reaching out to memories that the girl had kept suppressed for most of her life. Her hand reached out to touch the tree─she was fascinated by it's mahogany bark─wanting to feel the wood against her fingers.

     "Hey, you Rudenberg?" A feminine voice spoke out from behind her. Anastazia turned around, a look of pure shock painted on her face. The girl she was met with was pale and had freckles that danced around her cheeks in perfect harmony. Her hair was red and flowed perfectly down her back. She was gorgeous.

     "Who's asking?" Ana inquired, crossing her arms. She didn't exactly know how to respond, she'd never had anyone attempt to make conversation with her before.

     "Me, are you dumb or something?" The girl sassed. "Ziggy," she sticks out her hand "Ziggy Berman."