Anne Of West Philly Novels & Stories

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

"You don't like to cook often. Is everything alright?" "Silly girl, can a father not show his daughter love sometimes?" He said with a smile. "If you say so, "Anne answered and entered her room. She put her bag on the bed and looked at the books on the study table. Today marked the last exam of her final year. She was doing a degree in business management. All she could say was that it sucked the life out of her. She packed all the books in a box and put them in the storeroom.

" Anne asked. At that moment I swallowed it dry. “No. "And what was she doing there?" Asked Zylah, sitting on the edge of the couch." Anne is the most religious person in the world. It's stupid that they took her to a ritual like that. The words became more and more difficult to get out.

I tracked down every single one of them, and made sure I fed their blood to any of my knives. You might be wondering who this mysterious girl is. Well, to satisfy your curiosity, I'm Annie Charlie, a 23 year old girl who doesn't have any parents, and who is trying so hard to make ends meet, whilst staying almost anonymously, very close to the top of the Buckyard's food chain.

CHAPTER ONE I tried getting up but Kate hands holds me down. I looked around the room . Its a four corner room with one window which is burglary proffed. The room is not well ventilated and we are ten sleeping in the room which makes it uncomfortable. I hate remembering how I got here. It was on my thirteenth birthday ,I was do happy that day my mom and dad took a day off from work and they asked me where i would love to go for my birthday,i wish I hadn't chosen to go to the amusement park .

“Alright, so let’s finish processing this scene, so we can get out of here.” Anne reaches into the drawer in her nightstand and pulls out a little address book. She turns a few pages in and finds the person she is looking for. Alice Righton, St. Mary’s Wayward school for Orphans. Her finger slips into the circular crevices of the phone and she rotates it around to the first number. She repeats this action 9 more times. Alices’ phone rings loudly. “Hello.” Alice says in a grouchy voice. “Sorry to wake you, Alice.”

When dinner was over and Kathy had cleared the dishes, her dad excused himself while her mom stayed. ″Sweetheart, I have some designs to make. I was wondering if you'd like to join me,″ her mom said. Anna's mother was the owner of Your Style fashion house. She had several branches in different countries and had recently moved her head office in America to New York city. ″No mom,″ Anna said standing up. ″I have to get some sleep.″ Her mom looked downcast but agreed anyway. ″Okay dear,″ she said as Anna left the table and went to her room but not before wishing Katherine a good night.

The sun rose sluggishly, its soft golden light bathing the makeshift classroom in warmth, as if reluctant to disturb the peace. The children were already waiting, some eager, others simply present because of their loyalty to Red. One girl, small and wide-eyed, raised her hand, her innocent curiosity piercing through the silence. "What is a dream, Anne?" she asked, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the rustle of leaves.

Anne leaves the bedroom and shuts the door. Natalie and Prince Philip are having a meeting with the wedding planner, Anne has just reached the hotel to escort her daughter to fit in her wedding gown. “Mom! You are early thought you said 2 pm and and not 1 pm. How are you doing? you look lovely.” “Mrs. Williams, Good afternoon? “Good afternoon Philip.” “Afternoon ma’am” “Hello, Stella hope my daughter’s wedding won’t be like your previous one, and You two why did you pick this girl with her bad reputation? Do you want to embarrass your families?