Savior.

Ana was just a girl. Average height. Average body size (but larger breasts than any of the other girls). Average length blonde hair. Average everything. Or that's what everyone else saw. On the inside, everything was different. Her whole persona was just that; a persona. At home, her dad was a drunk. Her mom hated herself, thus she was suicidal. Her sister was a grade-A whore. Ana herself was a good kid. She gets good grades, always helps around the house, and rarely keeps a secret. She always smiled, but was it sincere? Everyone believed it was real. Except him.

He was her savior.