Anastasia's POV
Bright light hits me through the glass windows causing me to wake up and i hate waking up, not because im lazy or anything but because it brings me to reality were i really have nothing, the reality that i live in a tiny apartment with my Granny because my parents died in an accident.
I take a bath and put my clothes on then rush out of my room ready to go to school
"morning honey" my granny says as I'm about to head out "bye granny " i say while placing kiss on her cheek.
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"Ana" ,i hear my name and turned around to see my best friend Stacy in front of my locker "what up?" I ask looking at the worried expression on her face "I read online that Mr Zander has his 'people' going to places around town to pick up less privileged people for him." She replies and i furrow my eyebrows in confusion "who's Mr Zander? and its kinda illegal to just take kids because there not rich ,if the news is online why isn't police doing anything about it?" I ask "Mr Zander is the overall general of the American army so the police will be fools to even think of going up against him plus he says hes taking them to a better place which isn't true as far as im concerned." She says and the bell rings causing us to start heading towards our class "well you don't need to worry that fool ain't coming anywhere close to me, i mean people barely even notice our house " i say confidently ,the perks of being poor.
school went by as usual fast and boring, so i head home .
when im home i notice the door isn't locked which is wierd , well maybe gran forgot to lock it "gran you would never believe these rich and powerful people "i start to say while heading to our small kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water "They think they can 'abduct' us or something 'cause were poor "-silence- "gran are you home " i hear a muffling sound from my room so i drop the bottled water walk to my room ,my eyes widen in shock at the sight there are two men dressed in camouflage standing beside my granny while she's in the middle with tears streaming down her eyes "what the hell is going on? and why are you two in my house ?"
Remember you're talking to two guys who are most likely from the army and your one girl that only jogs on once a month.
Shut Up.
i know what they are here to do, Stacy was right "Miss Anastasia Roy you'll be leaving with us, say your goodbyes to grandma here and dont do anything stupid
How does this goof know my name?
i walk backwards slowly shaking my head
no way im going with them
i run to the kitchen and grab a knife, i hear footsteps behind me i" i will throw this knife if you dont get out of my house now" i yell turning around but the guy looks anything but scared ," you're coming with us wether you like it or not" he says ,his voice low and stupid,
i walk forward "fine" i say and kick him were it hurts , he winces in pain while holding his 'area' i rush to my room were the other guy is and throw the knife which he dodges with ease "dont be stupid,or throw any more knives before you hurt yourself or your grandma"
Yeah he's probably right.
"Honey just go please they wont give up, i dont want to see you hurt , i love you ,please" tears start falling down my face ,
muscular arms grab me "you b**ch ,i tried to be polite but you like it the hard way " the guy that recently gave a kick said while carrying me out of the house i turn to see my grandma and more tears fall down my face.
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Im in a van with a large amount of people who are being taken away from their lives just like me
"This might not be so bad " i hear the girl beside me say, she shakes he black hair out of her face and stares at me
Who stays optimistic in a situation like this?
"not so bad ,not so bad, being pulled away from the person i love the most is not so bad?" I say to her ,my voice cracked and hoarse,
"no that's terrible but we are gonna be with you , we have each other, im sure no one can replace who you've lost but at least your not alone ." i nod my head ,
shes right whats done is done
"whats your name?" I ask sitting straight on the uncomfortable floor of the van "Trina,whats yours?"
"Anastasia or Ann however" i give
"hey? Were gonna see Mr Zander right?" I ask her "i guess so, i dont really know" i nod my head and glance around me to see the many people, some are crying some are talking ,sleeping ,
well at least for once i do t feel alone .
A/N - Hey guys , i really hope yo enjoyed this chapter please comment your thought on Ann ,oh and pleas tell me how to correctly add characters ,thanks for reading ...
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Anastasia
Random--- A 17 year old girl who had nothing ,she lived in a small apartment with her care taker (grandma) and finds herself were she never planned to be . --
