Annabelle's Daisys.

Chapter 1

"Annie, get up." Noah, my older brother said, patting my ankle.

"Why?!" I cried. "Can't I have one day I that I can SLEEP!?''

"It's 1:00."

"Okay?"

"Annabelle." he said angrily, and sounded like he was cautioning me.

"Fine." I huffed, rolled out of bed, and onto my feet. I turned to face my brother, in his White t-shirt, jeans, beat-up old tennis shoes, and his slicked back greasy hair.

"Dad home?" I asked, rubbing my eyes groggily, and pushing my hair out of my face.

"Nawh. He ain't been home for nearly a week." Noah, shrugged.

He was 17, and he didn't care whether dad came home every night. All he cared was that the bills got paid, which they did. Dad always paid the bills, and Noah bought the food with the money he earned from working at the Piggly Wiggly, and kept the money he got for helping out at the drive-in.

"Get out, I'm gonna change." I shooed him out of my small room, and rummaged through my drawers. I found my favourite pair of tight jeans, and a tight blue tee. I pulled my pajamas off, and I pulled my clothes for the day on.

Maybe I'd go with Noah...

"Oh, big brother!" I called running down the steps, and I saw two men with black, greased back hair. One with a White teeshirt on, the other with a denim jacket."Oh, um, Hi."

The one with the White teeshirt slouched a little deeper, and pulled out a cigarette, trying to look tough. "Hi," he said, lighting up.

"Who're you; Noah's girlfriend?" the other said.

"Ew! No? Didn't you just hear me? What part of 'big brother' made you think 'Ooh, they might be dating!'?"

"Wise-ass." Jacket said under his breath.

"Dumb-ass." I snapped.

"Belle, this is Steve, and Dallas." Noah said, trying to digress. "What did you want?"

"Just wonderin' if you'd mind me comin' along.. I don't wanna sit in this house al 'lone."

"You don't mind, right?" He turned to his friends, which bothered me.

"Nope." Dallas shrugged like he couldn't care less. God, I hated people like him. They acted like nothing could touch them, and it irritated me.

"As long as the kid keeps her mouth shut." Steve said, opening the door.

"Whatever." I shrugged, and we all trudged out. It was sunny, and very pretty.

"Where're we goin'?" I looked up to Dallas, Steve and Noah. Dallas shrugged, Steve didn't respond, and Noah smiled at my impatience. "My buddy Soda's."

"Can't believe we took the girl to Soda. I can see it now," Steve smacked his lips and put on a high-pitched voice, and continued. " 'Oh, god, do you see that boy! Oh darn, he's just so handsome I could swoon!" He stopped his little monologue and went back into his regular voice. "Yeah, you done did it, now." he spit tobacco onto the street.

"I do not sound like that, and I do not say darn, and I do not 'swoon'." I growled through my clenched teeth.

"Ooh, she's a feisty one." Dallas laughed darkly, twirling a peice of my black hair. I slapped his hand away, and I felt rather uncomfortable.

We rounded a few corners, and came to a house that looked a little shabby, but still pretty nice considering what I was used to...

They walked up the porch steps, and I followed. Dallas opened the door, and we walked in, with Steve hollering.