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ONE

Last night was nice, even though I ended up eating. Against my will, of course. Luke and I spoke for quite a while, laughing and making corny jokes. It was quite a night.

Ashton burnt himself. I couldn't help but laugh when that happened. It looks like karma did have something to say.

I have school today, and I'm always excited for school. I may not be the most popular girl at school, but the subjects I take, other than maths, are all awesome.

"Mom? I'll be home a bit later than usual today." I call up the stairs, fixing my Guns 'n' Roses tank top. I turn and bump the kitchen door, wincing and holding ok to my weak arm.

"Alright darling, be safe!" I nod - even though I know she can't see me - and pick up my Mojo school bag. It has a skull on it and is textured with money notes. My mother thinks it's a bit inappropriate for school but I spent good money - $60 - for it and I'm going to use it at school if I want to.

I catch the bus to school, and I don't sit at the back like the 'cool' kids. Nor do I sit at the front, or stand up. I sit in the middle of the bus, because I'm rebellious. There's a boy who ways sits behind me, and his friend sits beside him. They talk to me occasionally, but I don't mind when they're having their own conversation.

My bus' route starts at my house, do I'm always the first person on the bus. You know how there's a door in the middle of the bus and then there's a door right behind it? Yeah, that's where I sit.

I stand before the door as it stops in front of me and turn to look at my large home. My mom and dad are two of the wealthiest people in The Entrance (we do live in Australia, but I'm originally American). You'd think I should be happy and popular with so much money, but no. Money isn't the source of happiness. I mean, being financially stable is awesome and it's better than having to move all the time, but not all the money in the world could make me happy. Not ever.

I sit at my seat, and wait for the next stop. As creepy as it may sound, I know where everyone gets on. I know Luke gets on two stops after me, as well as Riley (the boy who sits behind me) and Ashton. He guy who sits beside Riley is Jack, and he's sort of nice.

You may notice that I don't really talk to any girls. That's because if bitches could fly, my school would be a fucking airport. So I rather speak to boys, I find it more amusing when they attempt to ask about my interests. They assume that I'm girly, until they see my music taste and my bedroom.

"Hey, Ana." I jump at the voice beside me and notice a tall, blonde head of hair beside me. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

I ignore the shot of pain that goes down my spins when I bump my shoulder on the window, and look up at the worried Blondie. "No. You terrified me." I smirk at him. My smirk probably looks like a dying hyena, but I'll give it a shot.

Luke just rolls his eyes and looks away, putting in his earphones and chuckling. I do the same, and ignore all the bitch he's who walk past me and flirt with Luke. Yes, Luke's attractive and those girls have an excuse, but they're all whores. He deserves better.

"What bimbos.." I hear Jack whisper to Riley. I can't help but laugh and look back at him, smirking. He smiles at me and looks to the blonde one, then back to me. "You're probably a better kisser than her."

"I know." don't think for one minute that I said that out of cockiness, because I'm not cocky. I just hate that girl. Her name is Bella and she's tall, tanned and pretty as fuck. She's also skanky as fuck, but let's get to that later.

When I see what she's wearing - a crop top and a short skater skirt - I scoff. Rolling my eyes, I look at what I'm wearing and frown. I'm such a freak. A Guns n Roses shirt? Skinny jeans? Ha, I'm honesty a freak show.

"Hey, Ana." I can hear the smirk in Bella's voice. That awful, snarky smirk. "What's Guns n Roses? A new series of American Horror Story?"

This is what I mean when I say I hate her. Firstly, the things she says to anger me don't make sense. Secondly, anyone with a right mind knows who Guns n Roses are. And lastly, she's a whore and throws herself at every. Single. Guy.

Not kidding.

"No, actually." I sigh. "Guns n Roses is a band, Bella. And anyone in their right mind would know that. But were talking about you here so.. I guess a right mind is hard to involve." I turn and put my earphones back in, letting the lyrics of Basket Case by Green Day blast through my ears.

I hear a scoff, but no more words. I smirk to myself and close my eyes, losing myself in the music.

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At lunch, I don't sit with people. I usually just go to the library or the band rehearsal room. I get loads of stares as I walk around, because no one ever sees me eat. I don't mind, though. I get them every Sunday from Ashton and his family.

Today, I decide to go to the BRR (band rehearsal room) and I hear a song that I wrote for them. I write loads of music for the band, because the guy who's supposed to write their music sucks at writing.

"Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way."

This is one of my favourite songs. I'm really proud of it and I had so much fun writing it.

"For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,

Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?"

I sigh and keep listening. I can tell who's singing - Luke. He's really talented, not only at singing. He plays the guitar and I hear him playing at his house when I take my Staffy, Loki, for a walk.

I accidentally trip over my own feet, and bump the door. It makes a really loud noise and I let out a yelp. It actually really hurts, so I start to stalk away with a grip on my shoulder.

"Ana!" I turn and see Luke in the doorway of the BRR. "Wanna come and watch?" I love the idea, but Luke's the only one in the band who doesn't hate me. So I wouldn't fit in.

I shake my head and rush off, the thought of Luke's voice rattling inside my head.

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