Creepy Anna (Brief Intro)

Anna. My granddaughter. She lives with me. She’s quite mysterious, but no one bothers to try and figure her out anymore. Anna has lived in this small town for her whole life, so just about everyone knows not to ask about her. She doesn’t have any serious conditions that make her the way she is. The doctor says she’s perfectly fine. I have yet to take her to a psychologist, but I’m a bit afraid of the results. She keeps to herself. In fact, she keeps to herself so much that she has never shared a secret with anyone. Well, anyone besides me. She tells me almost everything. Anna has told me countless times that she hides nothing from me, but I can always tell that there’s more than what it seems to her words.

She has no friends. Anna just goes to school for school. She’s indifferent to the stares of passing by students. I know this, because I am the vice principal, and I walk her to and from each of her classes, everyday, five days a week. The students only look at her for her eyes. Anna has bright green eyes, which sometimes look like cats’ eyes, but only when she’s mad. That’s not very often. At home, she sits in her queen sized bed and reads. She does that in her free time, when she’s sick and stays home from school (happened but two times in her fifteen years of life), after homework, etcetera, etcetera. She rarely goes out, only to check the mail when I can’t get to it. We have a maid to take care of most of the house hold chores. The maid doesn’t feed the animals, so Anna does. Anna always has to be asked to do her chores, because she’s usually hard at work doing homework, or deep into the pages of another novel. She finishes a book usually every other day, unless she has something else to finish first, like a project. Projects are done quite a few days before the deadline, depending how long she has to do it for.

Her room is spotless. Not a spec of dust, none of her collective dolls are out of place, her bed is always made, clothes always hung up, and she doesn’t leave any drinking glasses on her bedside table for more than an hour… But of course, the maid helps with that. Not that Anna makes a mess, anyways. Her clothes consist of different, dull colored polo’s, dark skinny jeans, and a yellow flower sundress for church on Sundays. That is the only bright object she will wear, and it looks like the sun shining through dark storm clouds when hung up in her closet.

And last, but sure not least, her nickname is Creepy Anna.

Of course, I don’t call her that. It’s the rest of the town’s people that gave her this name. Creepy Anna got this name because of how she is. Anna is a bit creepy, I must say, because of her dark clothing, impeccable behavior, and her pale skin from rarely ever going outside. Don’t forget her green cat eyes. She hates nothing, nothing at all, except when she gets mad. She hates it because she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s mad, but when her eyes resemble those of a cat, everyone knows. And when she has her head down on her desk at school, or buried in a pillow from her bed, everyone still knows, because that’s how she usually hides them.

Anna has never gotten really mad at anyone or thing. She rarely gets angry in the first place. It happened twice at school, once in her fifth grade, once in her eighth grade. Both of those times for the same reasons.

Someone took her apple.