The world which we live in has so many forces. Some are good, some are bad. But the forces that it offers to us in our lives, are they generally good? Well, not that often when it comes to Ana.
A groan leaves past her lips as she turns on her bed onto her stomach when the sun rays filter through the flimsy curtains barely covering her windows and forcing their way through her closed eyelids causing her to see an orange hue behind her lids. She, sometimes, hates the morning sun, even if she loves its harsh rays the other time.
"Ana!" Comes another force namely her dear mother, banging on her door. Why in the world? Ana grunts inwardly before sitting up straight on her bed. It won't be wrong to say that she hates her mother too, and not sometimes but all the time. Times like this, she wishes not to have a mother like her. But when has her life ever been to her accordance? Having an estranged father, a deranged mother and a crush on her senior for which she was bullied by her own sister, has definitely taken a toll on her life making it dysfunctional.
Another series of bangs and yellings from her mother, who is just as patient as a bull who has seen red, gets Ana up from the bed and she makes her way toward the door rather begrudgingly.
"What is it?" She asks putting up an act of rubbing the sleep off her eyes when in reality, her sleep has left her the moment her cacophony ringed in her ears.
"What time is it?" Her mother asks her back. Narrowing her eyes into slits, she glares at her mother.
"You sure did not just banged at my door for this! Don't you have a watch with you?"
"Are you talking back to me?" Her mother spits out at her.
Bringing her arms up and crossing them against her chest, letting her full perky breasts push up a little which she does nothing to push them back down, she shows her mother that she is proud of her physique now unlike the sixteen years old girl who was always critised for her perky figure even by her birth mother.
"Doesn't it look like just that to you?" She snickers out at her which leaves her fuming in anger caused by blatant disobedient and disrespect towards her.
"Ana Mirabilis!"
Her mother seethes making her let out a laboured breath. Just the name she hates to the very core of her being. Her middle name back then, now her only surname. It was for this name, all hell broke loose three years back. That has left her scarred all over, her body, her mind, everything.
"Go, get ready!" Her mother barks out again. "Your father wants you on field today." And with that said, she turns on her heels and leaves Ana alone, for the time being.