crimes.

her.

her;

               "If you feel so walked on
                           So painful so pissed off
                                    You're not the only one."

                               - Three Days Grace, Riot

       Leaving the horrific, loud, obnoxious bus behind me, I began to walk for the closest bench around the small area. Something that I could sit on and not be annoyed because my annoyance level was at high now thanks to half the elementary students asking me to play 'Never Have I Ever' with them. Shaking my head at the disgusting stomach twisting I was feeling, -- that, may I say, washed over my whole body as if I was the sand on a beach and a huge wave caught me under, making me feel horrible -- I searched, with one hand, for my earphones.

       Letting out a frustrated sigh, I swung my book bag forward, unzipped it, placed the books I was currently holding in it, and zipped it back up. Swinging it back on my shoulders, I began to search further into my pockets for my headset. My eyes fluttering shut and a smile peaking at my lips as the tangled wire wrapped themselves around my fingers. Taking it out of my leather's pocket, I plugged them in and hit shuffle on my IPod. Yes, IPod, because my family wasn't rich enough to afford anything more expensive than their rusted out mini van.

       I walked along with the rhythm of the song shouting in my ear, Riot by Three Days Grace. The smile that appeared when heaven answered my prayers has achieved at widening as I walked along the sidewalk. I was still confused and unsatisfied as I was earlier in the morning, but as the day went on, I was becoming a bit excited to see my father.

      He was one thing in my life that I could look forward to, and there wasn't many things on that list. He may have not been able to make it to my last birthday or Christmas. In matter of fact, I was lucky to even hear a call from him once a month just saying 'hi' or 'i love you'. But I came to conclusion that working for a big, popular company wasn't easy and I let him go. It may have taken me a whole two years after my parent's divorce, but I grew up since then and I found out that things in life aren't as easy either.

      I looked up from my shoes to see if their was a seat anywhere when I noticed a boy, who looked miserable. His eyes shined silver as he looked back at me. He wore worn out converse and a light black sweatshirt. His look topped off with dark skinny jeans that hell, I couldn't even fit in. His facial expressions seemed to soften, not wanting to look stalker-ish or anything close to it though, I looked away and back down to my shoes, leaving him to do the same.

      Humming along to my music, I realized that I shouldn't have walked as far as I had. Looking back, the giant with the tight skinny jeans I had passed earlier had disappeared and I had a sick feeling that I was going into the bad parts of Broad Street.

      Biting down on to my lip, I looked toward all the directions I could head. I could keep heading forward, I thought, but knew I would instantly regret that decision. Head back, the voice spoke in a concerning whisper. Looking back at the dead street I decided that heading back would probably end up causing more trouble than necessary. Right it is.

      Taking the corner, I wiped away the beads of sweat on my forehead. The flowers were beginning to sprout again and the trees were stretching far like yawning awake from hibernation. People were taking out their gardening tools and digging deep into their yards, planting seasonal fruits. That's right, Spring was just around the corner. Which mean't people were taking out the liquor and strobe lights and pools for Spring Break.

       And that mean't Matilda was finally going to break free. With the help from me, myself, and I, I will be helping her escape her family and get drunk. I'm not expecting to have little clean Christian to just sip up on ten beers in two minutes or jump off a roof into an ice cold pool, but if I am forced to, little princess Matilda will be puking her brains out and sleeping for the next two days by the time I'm done with her.

      "Princess Annie," a familiar voice sung behind me, making me cringe. Turning myself around, my father's head stuck out of the sunroof, his smile spreading as mine mocked.

        "Dad!" I shouted running towards the car. My father made his way down and out of the car in time to catch me from falling flat on my face.

      Placing my feet back down on the ground, my father leaned down and kissed me on cheek. Taking my hand, I removed the mark from my cheek.

         "Dad," I whined, wiping the smeared kiss now on my hand back on his well fitted business suit.

        "Oh sorry honey, I forgot..." My father trailed off, looking up behind me. His face turned hard as he thought about what he was going to say. I scrunched up my nose and looked behind me, only finding a dead end street.  "You're punk rock." He smiled as he finally found his lost words. Rolling my eyes, I let go of my father and ran around the beat up, old car. I hoped into the passenger seat and awaited for my dad to mock my movements.

        "So you have time to remember what my mother told you months ago, but you can't remember to call me?" I scoffed jokingly, but I knew it kinda of hurt deep down.

         "Oh come on, don't ruin the moment Anne," He complained, starting the car in the process.

         "It's Anna," I corrected, "An-na."

         "Annie do--" My father paused, watching as my glare turned into a 'seriously' face, "Anna," he corrected before looking back to the road, "so I was thinking that maybe ice cream would be fun, but then I remembered you don't like Marty's cheap side, so then I came up with maybe the movies, but then again you would think that was weird--"

          "Dad," I interrupted, shaking my head at how ridiculous he was being, "ice cream is fine." I smiled knowing that he would start that 'it's not enough time', but it seemed as if this was one time where time didn't matter. It's how we spent it really, that's what made the memories.

           "Ice cream it is."

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a/n ik ya'll want the drama and couple-y stuff but we first have to learn the characters.

but since this is longer than usual, I thought maybe I should only make it equal to Luke's part. so look out for a long part for him next.

i hope you enjoyed it tho. make sure to leave a comment if you like it.

mwah!

- A