My name is Ana. Well, everyone calls me Luana, but maybe that's because nobody knows me well enough to give me a nickname. My real name is Luana Mona Darsche. It means something like "happy and noble", which doesn't suit me at all. I am not happy. I am definitely not of noble descent. Not at all. People seem to think I am, though. Of noble descent that is. They think I must be a rich, foreigner. I sighed as I thought of how these random people made up all these ridiculous rumors about me. And for what reason? Sure, I keep my distance. I don't want friends. I have been there and totally done that. "Friends come and go", my parents used to say to me as the 'friend' impostors all turned on me. All my "friends" left me in their quests to become popular. As my family moved from place to place, I learned that friends are unnecessary people who hold you back. It would be nice to have someone to confide in, but that's not really what a "friend" is. So, apparently, my cold exterior shows people that I'm from noble descent. I really don't get it. I'm 15, by the way. My parent's have us move around a lot for certain.... reasons, but it looks like I'll be stuck in this town for a while.
At this moment, I'm walking. I like to do that sometimes. Aside from school, walking around like this is the only thing I do. Well, I do things at home, too, but nothing outside of what I do there. Walking is sort of a release to me, because its just nice to get away from it all. To be honest, my parents don't really care where I go, as long as I'm back in time for dinner, or whatever we do. They know I'm jumpy enough not to go somewhere where I could be in danger. "Stranger Danger," I mutter as I walk in pace to my beating heart. Warm air mixes with the frozen breeze as I sigh. I really should start heading home, because it might snow. I notice a boy who looks my age on the swings of the neighborhood park. I stop and watch him for a moment, to see if I recognize him. He's hunched over, and his golden curls hang over his face. I am about to keep walking, when I see him do something that shocks me.
The boy leans back, and swallowed a huge handful of pills. For a moment, I am stunned. Why would he do that? He could be a drug user, but... that's a bit excessive. I walk over to him. "Hey, you." I say coolly towards him, prepared to give him a 'drugs are bad for you' speech. He jumped, and turned. "What the hell?" I know this guy. He's some popular football player. I don't quite recall his name... "Ernie?" "Earl.." He hesitantly corrects me. From the look on his face, this guy, Earl, knows clearly exactly who I am. I am always bored in school. It's easy, and I never talk to anyone. I guess that's why I wouldn't know much about one of the most popular kids. I should though; most people do. "Yeah, okay. Whatever." We stand there awkwardly, and I remember what I just saw. Oh my gosh, the most popular guy is a drug user! Man, the world is going downhill faster than I thought. Earl cleared his throat, waking my from my dazed state. "Um. Okay, so drugs are bad. They can kill you! I could care less whether you do them or not, but you should be more careful! That was.. quite a lot of pills you took. You might have to go to the hospital or something, because that many pills can seriously damage you! Geez, why did you to that?!" I was unintentionally yelling, a little freaked out. Never mind, it wasn't just "a little". I was really angry at this guy! I had never seen anyone do drugs, ever! I felt scarred for life. Earl started laughing. My mouth worked soundlessly. He didn't take me seriously? 'I'll show him,' I thought, and slapped him with all my strength. He fell to the ground, and looked up to me with his mouth wide open. I smirked. 'Who's laughing now?' I thought. I had just brought one of the strongest guys to his knees! "Luana...." he murmured, "You actually.. care?" His eyes were suddenly serious. I was once again reminded of his previous act. He had swallowed a very large number of pills. That many pills can-- my thoughts were interrupted when Earl fell, seemingly lifeless, to the ground. ----------------------------- Oh my gosh!!!! XD
Whatever, here's another one! ~~~~~~~ *flashback* It was the first time I had gone out walking. My parents had had a fight, and I couldn't take it anymore. I just walked out the door. A couple hours later, when I got back, they were waiting for me. "Luana, dear..." my mother came and hugged me, "Luana, what were you thinking?! We were so worried; we thought you'd run away!" My father looked a little angry, with his brow furrowed. I explained how I was upset, and how I needed to go. I told them I wanted to do it more often. "Luana." My father finally spoke after several minutes of my mother's objections. "Luana, everyone has things they need to do when they are frustrated.. If all you need to do is walk, go ahead. But, stay away from dangerous places. Also, always carry 50 cents in your shoe, just in case." They actually had said more than that, but if all I needed to do was carry a couple of quarters, I'd do it. *end of flashback* I ran to a nearby payphone by the sidewalk. I took off my shoe, and shook out the change in it. From there, I dialed 911. "Hello, what is your emergency?"
He's alive!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Soon, an ambulance was there. The paramedics brought me to the hospital with them. While I was in the hallway, they did some kind of flush. I'm not sure what exactly that meant, but it sounded disgusting. Somewhere in the rush, his parents arrived. Earl's mom was tall, blonde, and with a lot of jangly things on her attire. His father was in a suit, but looked like he had been a football player at some time, too. "Oh, are you the young woman who saved our son's life?" The jangly mother smiled at me, "Thank you so much. He never stops talking about you, you know." She winked at me. "Thank you," the father said sincerely, "He is very lucky to have you as a friend." He was quickly ushered into the room by his wife. I was feeling a little bit... guilty. Why was I there? I wasn't his dream girl, like his mom seemed to think. I wasn't even his friend! And while I saved his life, I didn't really care about whether he was okay or not. He was alive, wasn't he? So why, WHY was I still here? It seemed like every time I was about to leave, a helpful nurse would come and tell me how nice I was, saving my boyfriend. The police came by, and a big gruff looking officer kept telling me how proud he was of me. I felt like I was there for hours, which I probably was. Suddenly, his mother came out and said, "He's awake! We'll let you talk to him.. alone." She winked at me, once again. The doctor, nurses, and his father all filed out of the room. Despite my protests, I was pushed into the windowless room. I slowly turned around and faced Earl, who looked disheveled and quite frankly, comical. He was in a flowery pink hospital gown, with an IV sticking out of his arm. I crossed my arms, and tried not to smile, but I felt my lips twitch. "Come here," he said, patting the chair beside him. I went and sat in it, all humor gone from my mind. I really didn't want to be here. I knew what he was going to say, and I didn't want to be his friend. "Look," we both said at the same time. I let him go first. "Luana,... I took the pills to kill myself. I wanted to die. But then, you randomly appeared and you actually cared about what I did.. and you saved me." He looked up at me from his hands, "Thank you." I was bewildered. He was Trying to kill himself? I felt the urge to smack him again. "That's so stupid!" I eventually burst out. He stared at me, eyes wide. "Why the hell would you DO that?! That's so.. so stupid!" I yelled at him, "You have a family, money, food, shelter, friends, Everything! You have people who care about you! You have everything!" I was furious, and standing up now. Earl's eyes softened and he kissed my hand. "You do care." I calmed down, and said, "No, I really don't." I started to walk away. "Where are you going?" "I'm leaving. I've actually really wanted to leave ever since I got here. I don't care about you, and I didn't even want to see you." I told him, honestly. "Yet you stayed." He raised an eyebrow, "and you came to talk to me." I stared at him, exasperated. "Why else would you get so angry?" He said, smugly, "You, Luana, care very much about me, unlike everyone else here." He smiled at me as I ditched him.
Lol you know what a flush is?? XDD they put a pipe in your throat and flush out your stomache contents omg XD