Going To Grandma's Bag

Prologue.

The walls of evil around has given me as a messenger from heaven earthquake had done everything is normal again. But it was an illusion. Nothing will ever be the same. My life would never be restored, regardless of who came to save me. I had blown everything about a boy who had caused me so much misery, so much misery unbearable! I was away, the saviors blue and red light in my mind. meet my mother cry was the only thing that made me feel guilty. I was pushed into the back seat of a car required. I could not even remember how I had put in such an undertaking. As they kicked me out, I was happy, a feeling that I had not felt for so long.

Six months earlier.

"Happy birthday Anna!" The crowd screamed. Anna blew her candles with happiness. She was finally 16! She had been counting the days for months. Now there was nothing to count, it was actually sad. But Anna never let it show. A few weeks after her party, she always felt the same. As she needed to look forward to something to be ok. Then she attached the answer. The white truck that drove past his house every four hours. Anna never knew who owned the truck, all she knew was that it was the right thing to save it.
A few months later, a groggy morning Saturday it had ended by the owner of the meat. A boy looks great, its age, with curly brown hair chocolate. Baby as features painted his face. Her eyes as crystals, glitter, even in the darkest hours. And it was morning gray dust that it had started an adventure that could lock him in an exclusive, closed world, with only one output. Prison.
One.
Anna had been waiting for hours, sitting outside the house down in a Dodge Dakota. It was amethyst, and was once a family car. He had fallen down years ago, when she was 12. It is useless today as anything other than hide problems from Anna, and as a place for her to do his job. She heard the engine of his favorite car to start. Would be available soon. She began to pick up his business while keeping an eye on the road. And then it came. The thud of the 1976 white Ford a sweet melody in the ears of Anna. It did not bother to look at the driver, she never did, she did not care who they were, as she saw the truck pass. She finished her business in stuffing her bag and went inside. It was 6:45, her mother to wake up early to go to work.
Anna grabbed a box of cereal, spoon, bowl, and a little milk and made herself breakfast. She sat down to watch the morning news. Fifteen minutes later his mother emerged from the master bedroom, pink bunny slippers on her feet. His hair a nest of birds, eyes drooping.
"Hey sleepy head" Anna called her mother.
A murmur came from the lips of Anna's mother before she said hello.
"What are you doing so early?" She asked. As if you do not already know Anna thought.
"I'm walking with honey," Anna said, her pit bull watching her and her mother, barking like now that's a lie. "I'm going back to sleep soon, so good night." Anna said as she walked toward her bedroom. Everyday questions her mother's irritated.
"His seven o'clock in the morning so it's good!" Anna's mother called. Anna rolled her eyes. An hour later, Anna was leaving again. She waited inside for her mother to take the family car and drive off. When all was clear she wrote a letter to her father that she would be home from his grandmother. She grabbed her bag and went into his Volkswagen Beetle 2006 Blue she had received for his 16th birthday. She rounded the corner of her street and saw the white truck. She smiled. Anna parked his car on the side of the street from his grandpas car was in the driveway. She heard a door slam, she turned white and the truck was in reverse, speed off before Anna could properly enter his emotions. It wa.