Static Lullaby
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Ana's POV
Monday mornings officially sucked.
Why? Because it's the first day of the week, the first week to have to go back to school, to ride that horrible yellow bus, and it's so hard to wake up when you stay up all night due to abnormal sleep deprivation; due to neighbor's wretched dog.
Note to self; Kill said dog.
So as I groggily made my way into the bathroom, I took my shower and dodged the numerous action figures splayed on the tile floor due to my brother Danny's obvious mess. No other way to piss you off in the mornings and ruin your day than stepping on Darth Vader's lightsaber.
To begin with my whacked up life, a name would do. My name is Ana. Well, to be completely honest I have one of those cheesy long ass names that no one can remember besides myself and my parents. My full name was Anabelle Maurice Rose Summers. I think my mother was on crack when she named me, honestly. I hated every one of my names. Anabelle? Please, its not the 18th century. You have no idea how many devastating years it took me to get over all the jokes that name gave me in pre school. And Maurice? I couldn't figure out if I was named after an old woman or a snobby little rich boy. Rose? Whats with the flowers? Why not just call me Daisy and get it the fuck over with?
Oh no, Daisy was the name of my neighbors dog. The dog that must be the Devil incarnate.
Getting off the name, I was hitting 17 years of age in the next couple weeks, and I was beyond excited for it. I hated being 'sweet' sixteen, I still felt like a child and was still treated as such. At least I could get into those horror movies now without parental supervision. Score.
I went to Rockford High School, and I lived outside the city of New York. My mother is a therapist, and my father died in a car accident when I was 10. I have a step-father, which I currently and will always loathe with a passion, and he's a doctor. He's 10 years younger than my mother and a total swab. I dislike him with a passion, but my mother loves him, so what can I do?
As for looks, I don't look a thing like my mother. While my mother had and will always have the beauty pagent material looks, with her blonde hair and her 5'7" stature, tan skin and blue eyes, I did not inherit her lucky set of genes. I was a spitting image of my father. He had red hair, and I was sadly introduced to the same genes. And I am talking some serious red, a little too much on the dark side that people believed I actually dyed it. My skin tone isn't pale, but isn't all that dark either. My eyes are of a deep blue, almost purple color, and I am short and petite. No vuluptuous curves, no huge breasts, nothing. Just small. I looked like a child.
I'm not sure why a lot of people call me Average Ana, because looking at myself I certainly am not all that average. There's not a single person in my school that has the same hair or eye color I have, nor my spunky personality. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little on the spunk.
But I am normal on a certain level. I live with my mother in a big white house, I have a few close friends, and I hardly ever get out much. I haven't had a boyfriend in almost 4 years, and the most recent contact I've had from a boy was a punch in the arm from Brandon, a stupid, arrogant guy that thought I was his friend, when I only mostly tried to ignore him.
I wasn't unattractive, actually sometimes I believed I was quite pretty and unique, when I was in one of my better moods. I just didn't talk to guys much, simple as that. I only talked to people I was comfortable talking to, and I did have small talk with other people, but that was all. By the time I got over my shyness towards boys it was too late, they already doomed me unreachable.
Oh well.
Going back to earlier... I was finally ready for school. Well, as ready as one could be. I donned my most favorite faded blue jeans that looked like a cat used them for a scratching post, as my mother would say, and topped it off with a simple gray tee. And my belt. One must never leave the house without my lucky belt, I'd skip school if I so much as lost it.
I didn't look good with make-up, I looked like a weird version of a porcelain doll. I simply grabbed my usual lip balm and grabbed my notebook and bounded down the stairs, giving my mom a slight wave, my step dad a glare, and took off with my lunch money.
I made it outside just in time for the big yellow bus to come rolling to a stop in front of my house. Oh yes, I might've been close to 17, and I did have my license, I just had no wheels. Sad, but true. I walked on the bus in a groggy manner, and plopped myself down in the middle of the bus. Not the back, for the cool kids. And not the front, for the nerdy kids. But the middle.
Average.
My musing was cut short as my best friend of 10 years, Michelle, got on the bus and sat herself on the seat opposite me, the first word coming to her mouth the object of her desires;
J.T. Binx.
As if I did not see this coming. JT was to put it bluntly, the school drummer boy. He came to school everday, oblivious to Michelle's - as well as ever other girl at the school - obsession over him. He walked like he had some sort of leg problem, one too many bounces in his step if you know what I mean. His hair was past his ears and untamed, really could use a brushing. His clothes were always odd, different colors from black, to pink, to anything inbetween. Always accompanied with a mismatched tie. He could be smart when he wanted to be, but had the attention span of your average idiot.
There were only 3 good things I could point out about him: He was funny, he had a beautiful voice, and he could play the drums like no ones business.
That was what drew girls to him like magnets. He played in a band and the girls flocked to him. It was humerous how he didn't even like the attention, half the time didnt even notice how many people actually noticed him.
I actually liked him for some time, until Michelle ended up developing one huge obsession over him in the past year. Then I just got sick of him. Or rather, hearing about him.
And then, my life changed one sad day. I really should've kept my big mouth shut, because I always had a habit of saying things I shouldn't have. I dared her... to grab her holy Buddha's butt.
We were going to our History class, walking down the hallway and there he was, bending over in all his glory.He was getting books out of his locker. She has this obsession with his ass too, although my first thought is what ass? The man is a walking stick. But since she was so keen on talking about him, that was when I dared her. And grab it she did.
Unfortunately, right after she did this, she went running off like the coward she was. Leaving me standing there in shock, looking like the guilty one. And oh, the embarassment. I disliked this guy so much, just because it was so annoying to hear about him, and here he thought I was the one that grabbed his ass.
Oh, hell.
The butt grabbing incident happened a couple days ago, and it was all Michelle could talk about. All you heard was her sputtering about how glorious she was, and how much courage it took her. She was almost famous amongst the female population at school now because of the incident. She didn't even include how she ran off afterwards.
My musing was cut short when the bus came to a stop outside the high school, and I realized I had cut off Michelle's babble with my own musing, not really caring anyways. Hopefully this JT guy would just fall off the planet and everyone would forget about him; it'd make my life less of a migrane.
So, you realize the surprise that came to me that day, when news caught my ears as soon as I entered those horrible school doors... that the infamous JT Binx finally liked someone. A girl. Finally. Right when you thought the dude was freaking gay because he just showed no interest in anyone, period. And then this catches wind..
I just never expected that the girl, was me.
A/N: Sorry to bore you with the overdo details, I just needed some coverage before I got on with the real deal and hoped some feedback to see if people wanted me to continue or not. I'm debating whether or not to. So review and let me know. :)