Wish Upon A Star.

•Chapter 1•

"Hey, Duncan lets get going! You don't want to be late for school!" Anasia yelled, walking towards her small yellow Honda.

Duncan her 15 year old brother, rolled his eyes running downstairs. He was in year nine, had blonde hair, he hates talking— rather prefers to stay home all day and eat pizzas while playing video games or text Mary (his best friend and crush). Although Duncan sometimes has an attitude, Anasia loves him just as she loves margarita pizza freshly out of the oven.

When he finally got into the car, Anasia drove in comfortable silence, while Duncan was texting on his phone.

Mary: Where are you?
Duncan: On my way! I'll be there in a few.
Mary: Let me guess you were sending letters in the toilet again? How disturbing, you need help..
Duncan: Shut up, stop talking about my private business, just because I told you doesn't mean you can tease me! Just wait and see, I'll get you.
Mary: Ohh please, Mr. Always-pooing-before-school. *tongue and poop emoji*💩👅
Duncan: Please get that disgusting infected tongue of yours out of my whatsapp.

"What time should I pick you up today?" Anasia asked, making him look up from his phone.

"3 O'clock, I have soccer practice," he responded, while getting out of the car.

"I love you Dunny! Be a good boy," Ana teased him as she drove herself to school.

Thinking about her school brought bubbles to her stomach, of all things to feel; she felt bubbles, but what can she say? Anasia was pretty much bubbly, sometimes she felt too talkative even though she knew she had a very big mouth— literally.

Anaisa's life was very simple, she had a per time job at night in a local pub not too far from her house. Life wasn't easy there was school, her brother, bills, her best friend(who moved to study in Canada) food, wifi, her job, house rent.

And let's not even talk about her love life, it was a complete mess— none of her ex's lasted long, she was used to one month relationships, love wasn't her thing, she didn't even believe in love; I mean 'what is love?'

A complete waste of time! She thought.

Her parents met online— just as how she had tons of online friends— apparently her mother was an African, while her dad was American.

Their relationship didn't quite work out, her mother died of cancer a year after giving birth to Anasia, her dad re-married and died 12 years later, leaving Ana with nothing, after the death of her father; her so called step mother disappeared: probably wondering around in a mad house.

Ana's family or rather her life was a big fat fabulous mess. All she needed was money to make things better, at the moment her college fees where hanging on a thin line, her income was enough, but not good enough.

The thought of her life made her grimace, she seldom spoke about her life. Not eager to upset herself, she turned on the radio and hummed to the cheerful tune.

Ana finally came to a stop, parking her old rusty car at the parking lot. She made her way into her locker to grab a few things, then heading to class. As usual class was normal, exciting and normal again.

Today she was put to a test in baking a chocolate muffin, it was really easy because she had been practicing at home; the first time she tried baking it at home Duncan almost murdered his sister, she put too much of everything and made him clean up the mess she made. But luckily for him she made it up by giving him extra pocket money. Ana is such a pain in the butt!