A teenage girl named Anaise waited indoors by the entrance of her school. It was much cooler and less humid than the outdoors counterpart, where rain had subsequently begun to pour.
Looking out at the occurring storm with dislike, her gaze flitted over to her acrylic painting, which had no covering and thus being her main reason for not wanting to go out. Several other students waited indoors with her, groaning about the rain and texting or calling a friend or parent to come pick them up.
Anaise had texted her own mom just a few minutes ago, the soft glow emanating from her phone revealing multiple messages, all of which were shared between her and the aforementioned parent.
Mom: Â Can you wait for me at the entrance?
Mom: Â OK. I'll go get a bag for your painting
At that, Anaise held her phone in her hand, hopefully waiting.
Minute changed to hours as she sat there, all of the students around her vanishing out the door or getting into cars. Soon it was just her in the yellow-tinted hallway. There was a shuffling sound behind her, Anaise turning around to see a female janitor sweeping the floor with a large broom.
The woman looked up, smiled to Anaise, and went on with her sweeping. After the female janitor followed a male one, this one wheeling a large trashcan on wheels behind him.
Anaise watched as he looked up, and in what was probably meant to be a sincere way, leered at the girl, disturbing the teen. She watched the pair continue on their way down the hall. Anaise, feeling slightly irritated at the man as she had misconceived his smile for something much worse, abruptly left the school.
Ignoring the mugginess and drizzling rain, which had thankfully both toned down some, she angrily began her walk home. Damn her mother. She loved her a lot, but sometimes certain things happened that made her hate the lady.
She then heard whistling, and turned to see a man running towards her. Smiling, she thought it was one of her friends from school, due to the person's tan and hairstyle. Anaise stopped, waiting for the person to catch up to her, and then he, after taking a breath, looked up at her and smiled.
Anaise suddenly felt herself becoming pissed. She had no idea why, but seeing men smiling at her in any way other than the "how are you doing" kind pissed her off incredibly to a new level.
"Hey! I just wanted to say that you look very beautiful today!" The man said, beaming at her, the happiness of his face causing the rage in her stomach to rise to a high boiling temperature.
"I just got off of work a couple minutes ago, if you want I can walk with you!"
Anaise raised a brow and looked over his shoulder to see a group of guys who were playing basket ball stop their game to stare at the two of them. She noticed them grinning to each other and chuckling. When they noticed that she saw them, they went silent, sending each other nervous looks.
She turned her gaze back to the man in front of her, who was just a little taller than herself.
"No you weren't, you were just playing basketball."
His smiling face faltered as he tried to think up something else to say. Anaise turned and began walking away when he proclaimed, "wait!"
"What's your name?" The tanned man questioned.Â
Looking at him pointedly, Anaise replied, "GTFA."
"Uh, well, are you Mexican or something?"
At this point Anaise wanted to put a drill through his skull. Ignoring him, she ran across the street just as the timer for the lights ended. Thankfully, when she turned around again, she noticed people giving the guy a dirty look, which caused him to turn around and begin walking away.
Relieved at this, though still annoyed, Anaise continued on her way home, occasionally looking back and around her to make sure no creep was following her.Â
Ironically enough, her mom was just walking in the direction of her school, and so the two met up.
"Oh, hi Ana, I thought I told you to wait at the school for me."
"Sometimes... just, sometimes... you know what, let's go the fuck home. I hate creepy men. Let's go."
Anaise's mother's jaw dropped in shock at her daughter's choice of speech. Stunned, and confused, the woman followed her daughter home. After they got home, Anaise told her mom why she was upset and the older woman began lecturing her daughter on how important it was to travel in groups and to avoid suspicious people, ignoring the distressed and irritated state her daughter was in.
Later on that day, Anaise pulled out the seat to her computer desk and sat down, turning on her computer monitor and cracking her knuckles.
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