Changing Him-Dallas Winston

Chapter One

Anna's POV

"YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!" I heard my mom scream from downstairs. It was the first day of school but nothing felt different; I thought it should. In summer, I had all the time in the world to sit outside at night and watch the sunset. I especially loved to listen to the crickets play music with their wings; I admired the stillness. My parents don't know this, but when they think I've gone to bed, I'll climb out of my window and onto the roof. They'd have a heart attack if they ever found out, considering they're helicopter parents. I've never fully understood why though. 

I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard my little brother knocking on the bathroom door. "Hurry up! I have school too, you know!" I finished brushing my long brunette (almost black) hair and sprayed some hair spray. I took my time doing my makeup and when I was done, slowly walked out. "God, you've been in there for over half an hour!" Billy pushed me out of the way and closed the bathroom door. I simply chuckled to myself and walked back to my room.

I grabbed my empty backpack, which my parents thought was filled with school supplies, and stuffed some clothes into it: a leather jacket, jeans, black high-top converse, and a red crop-top. I sighed, I had been keeping this from my parents this whole summer. They didn't know I was a greaser; it shows you how much they don't care. They never ask what I wanna do, or what I think. It only matters what they think. I rolled my eyes at the thought of them and briskly walked down the stairs in my knee length yellow skirt, yellow shirt, and white wool jacket.

"There you are! Now go drive your brother to school, you'll have to sign him in and probably explain why you were so late!" My mom always yelled at me, it really bothered me.

"But then I'll be even later!"

"You should have thought about that instead of taking your time! Now go!"

Billy followed me with his backpack and got in my stingray. "Put on your seat belt Billy."

"Fine" He sighed. My brother's in sixth grade and he just turned eleven. He's not one of those snobby brothers who narcs, he's actually pretty wise for being so young.

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"No."

"Here's some lunch money." I handed him a dollar. "Consider it back pay,"  I smiled and he got out of the car. At least he wasn't late, but I would be. 

I parked the car and began walking to the front office. I was greeted by a lady with red curly hair that had to much hairspray in it, and she was wearing tacky makeup that made her look like a clown. "You're late."

"Yes, I know."

"Care to explain?" She showed no sympathy and her face was expressionless.

"Well, I overslept and I had to drive my younger brother to school." I sighed. The woman wrote on a piece of paper: "Please admit the following adolescent for 'oversleeping' and 'driving her younger brother to school'." I turned around with the admit slip in my hand and rolled my eyes. "Thanks...dipstick" I was hoping she didn't hear the last part since I mumbled it under my breath.

"You forgot this" She gave me a sinister smirk and handed me a detention slip.

"I'm flattered." I rolled my eyes and started to walk away. I continued walking out of the office even after she called my name. I quickly walked to the bathroom to change into my other clothes. I couldn't have walked out of the house with those clothes on because my parents would have had a fit. I'm supposed to be a soc. My parents want me to be somebody I'm not. They want me to be flawless; they want me to be valedictorian. I make straight A's to keep them off my case; my parents want me to go to an ivy league college, but I don't want to go to college at all. I feel like they try to live their life through me, they try to control me.

I had to push these thoughts to the back of my mind and get to class, or else my parents would have a panic attack.

The rest of the day was pretty boring, the teachers handed out the syllables and didn't do much work. The first week of school is slow since the teachers don't bother to hand out work so I tend to ditch. I was planning on ditching detention this afternoon but ditching isn't any fun unless you have someone to ditch with, so I decided to stay since I had nothing better to do.

I walked to detention after the last bell of the day rang. I didn't have to worry about picking my brother up since he rode the bus home, but I would have to deal with my parents and explain why I was home at five on a Monday night.

I took my seat In the back of the classroom behind a black haired boy who had his feet propped up on the desk. I guess he must have noticed me because he turned around and winked at me which made me uncomfortable, so I moved to a different seat. The boy, who looked about seventeen, continued to stare at me after I moved.

"Would you quit that" I whisper screamed.

"Quit what?" He smirked and whispered back.

"Quit staring at me." I rolled my eyes.

"Sure thing, doll. Hey, uh. Can I ask you somethin'?" I could tell he was flirting and I started to blush.

"Maybe." I looked down at my desk and started to smile. I tried to cover up my face with my long dark hair, in hopes of him not seeing how red my face was.

"Can I take you out sometime?" He smirked.

"Maybe." I smirked. I was hoping that he wouldn't see how red my ears were.