First Encounter
Anna is perfect in every way. The perfect athlete, the perfect brunet, the perfect fitness, the perfect build, the perfect short haircut, the perfect 5,10 and perfect D cup, and the perfect 24 year old college student. Anna is perfect in every way physically, and mentally she has always valued logic and reason. Wanting to set herself perfectly in the here and now, and always have everyone in class looking up to her. The perfect girl, and the perfect student, but more than anything she's the perfect daughter.
Walking home she wanted to do nothing more, other than just changing from her school sailor uniform, finishing her report, and just watching some Anime as a reward for getting another perfect score on her last exam.
"I can't wait to relax a little. Jem, and Annie, I have no idea why they make things so difficult for themselves with relationships. Moving from one guy to the other. I mean come on, it's simple to just ignore some guys advances."
She laces her fingers together and lifts them up to the air stretching as she releases a sigh of accomplishment followed by a little laughter.
"Calling me ice queen just because I blow off dates and guys. Can't say anything now can they. I mean it's not that I, don't want someone. I mean, yeah it would be nice but, I just want someone that makes me feel special. But they will come later in life. When I'm ready, just like everything in my life. After all, mom did right by me, and I want to do right for her."
Anna comes up to her sidewalk, to her driveway and looks at a red little Pontiac Firebird. Confused would be the last word picked that explains the expression on her face. More like perplexed and stunned.
"Did mom buy a coup from America? I thought she loved her little Honda."
To state such a sentence would be foolish by any means, however she sees that it's within her right since no other car seems to be present at all within a logical parking distance. However she takes another look around and she indeed makes sure that no other car is present and thus, she assumes that things are in fact in order. Thus she proceeds to the front door and checks if it's locked, only to find that it's actually open.
"Alright, something's wrong. Mom always locks the door. Something's wrong."
Looking around she enters the living room and calls out in a bit of a cautious voice.
"MOM? Are you home?"
To her surprise she hears another women call back to her, only it's not her mother in any sense of the word. A gentle and radiant women comes out of the kitchen with a bright smile and soft voice speaking to her.