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Angelika’s POV You guys know there’s such a thing as keeping up appearances, right? Well, if you don’t... Congratulations. You’re about to get a free lesson from yours truly. Because, honestly? I deserve an award for the amount of acting I do every single day. Actually... Come to think of it... There are about three... No... Four different versions of me. Yeah. Four. Go ahead. Count them. I’ll wait. ... Done? Good. At school, in front of the teachers, I’m the perfect little angel. The polite student. The respectful girl. The one who always hands in her homework on time. The one who definitely doesn't get into trouble. Wink. If you know what I mean. Now... In front of those sl— Cough. I mean those disrespectable Barbie plastic dolls... Cough. I mean those sweet, innocent children at school... Yeah... Forget it. Around them? I'm a complete badass. No one tells me what to do. No one pushes me around. And if they try... Well... Let's just say they quickly learn their lesson. Then there's the pack. Sigh. To the Alpha... I'm the shy little girl who couldn't hurt a fly. A fly. Seriously? Out of every animal in the entire world... A fly? Do you people know what that does to my reputation? My ego? My pride? I can't even look at a fly the same way anymore. Every time I see one, I feel judged. I swear they're laughing at me. Pfft. Then there are my parents. According to them... I'm a cold-hearted, ungrateful little b***h. Their words. Not mine. Although... They're not completely wrong. ... Okay. They're a little right. Just a little. So yeah. I have four different facades. Four different personalities. Four different performances. Honestly... It's exhausting being this talented. Pretty impressive, right? I know. I'm amazing. Absolutely brilliant. Actually... Brilliantastic. ... Umm... Sorry. 😐 I have a habit of making up words. Brilliantastic. Brilliant + Fantastic. See? It works. Well... It works in my head. So don't be surprised if I randomly throw made-up words at you while you're reading my POV. You'll eventually learn my language. Another example? Chillax. (Chill + Relax.) See? I'm basically creating a dictionary at this point. Someone should pay me for this. Pssst... Come here. Closer. Closer... Okay, that's close enough. Between you and me... The author is a little psycho. Actually... Scratch that. A LOT psycho. --- Author's POV I... AM... NOT... PSYCHO! You ungrateful, cold-hearted little menace! Hmph. Honestly, I should just remove you from MY story. See how long you'd survive then. You seem to forget one very important detail... This... Is... MY STORY. Not yours. Be grateful I even made you the main character. --- Angelika’s POV Gasps dramatically. You wouldn't. ... Would you? Sniffles. I'm sorry... Please don't replace me. I like being the main character. --- Author's POV Don't let those fake tears fool you. She's acting. Again. Trust me, you'll get used to it. Big-mouth Angelika never knows when to stop talking. Her mouth leaks more words than a broken tap leaks water. --- Angelika’s POV Heyy! That's rude! Pouts. And for your information... My mouth doesn't leak. It... Communicates excessively. There's a difference. ... Right? Angelika's POV BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! ... Whoever invented alarm clocks... Your mom's a hoe. Groans. Ugh... Stupid clock. Every single morning it's the same thing. "Wake up, Angelika." "Be responsible, Angelika." "Go to school, Angelika." Like... Leave me alone. I'm trying to dream. I stretched my arm across the bed, blindly slapping everything in sight. Pillow. Blanket. My own face. The wall. Still no clock. "Where are you, you little demon?" Finally... SMACK! Silence. "Hah." Victory. I smiled proudly. CRASH! My eyes flew open. ... What. The. Hell. "Huh? HUH?!" Every ounce of sleep vanished. Someone was dying. Or the house was collapsing. Either way... I wasn't about to miss it. I practically launched myself out of bed and sprinted downstairs like I was starring in an action movie. Only to... Stop. Dead. In. My. Tracks. ... Giggling. I heard giggling. "Oh..." Yawn. "It's just giggling." False alarm. I turned around. One foot was already on the stairs. Then my brain finally started working. ... Wait. If everyone's giggling... WHAT MADE THE CRASH?! I slowly turned around. "What made that noise?" I asked my big brother, Eren. He looked at me with the straightest face imaginable. "I don't know." "You probably imagined it." ... Sir. I know what I heard. Before I could question him again, my precious little baby brother pointed somewhere. "Clock." Pause. "Clock." ... I slowly turned to look at Eren. He slowly looked back at me. A smirk spread across his face. "Ohhh..." "So you broke your clock..." He leaned closer. "Again." "I did NOT." "You absolutely did." "I DID NOT." "You did." "I didn't." "You did." "I didn't." "You—" Akel suddenly burst into laughter. The tiny traitor. Eren started laughing too. I crossed my arms. "Hmph." Betrayed. By my own family. Absolutely disgusting. "I'm calling a family meeting." "No one laughed. Rude." Eren wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Anyways, Ro..." "You have school." "Get moving." ... Right. School. I hate that place. WAIT! TIME FREEZE! Everything around me instantly stopped. Even Eren froze with that annoying smirk on his face. Perfect. --- AUTHOR (AU) Sorry, everyone. I warned you. She talks... A lot. Let's give Miss Big Mouth a few minutes. --- ANGELIKA (AN) HEY! I do NOT have a big mouth. ... Okay... Maybe I do. Anyways! Since you people know absolutely nothing about me... Let's fix that. My full name is Angelika Rosella Edghill. Rosella is way too long. So people call me Rose or Ro. Eren calls me Ro. My adorable bundle of happiness calls me Rose. Speaking of him... Meet my tiny little sunshine. Akel Richy Edghill. He's my baby brother. And before you ask... NO. You cannot have him. He's mine. Then there's my annoying older brother. Eren Ryan Arch. Unfortunately... He exists. He got Mom's old surname. Akel and I got Dad's. Simple enough? Good. --- AUTHOR (AU) ... Finished? Can I continue MY story now? --- ANGELIKA (AN) Hmm... Maybe. ... Okay, fine. Go ahead. --- AUTHOR (AU) Thank you. Now— --- ANGELIKA (AN) WAIT!! Can I unfreeze time? Please? Pretty please? With magical sparkles on top? --- AUTHOR (AU) ... You're lucky the readers like you. Fine. Do it. Quickly. --- ANGELIKA (AN) Ahem. UNFREEZE TIMEEEEEEE!! --- AUTHOR'S POV ... You really didn't have to scream. Anyways... While Angelika spent five business days introducing herself... She somehow managed to get dressed for school. Don't ask me how. Even I don't know. Now... We're standing at the front door. --- ANGELIKA'S POV I opened the door... And immediately regretted it. Standing there was a pretty fa— GAG. Sorry. False alarm. I meant... A saggy... Scrunched-up... Cake-covered-with-makeup face. Good lord. How much foundation does one person need? Enough to repaint a house? I did a double take. Then dramatically pretended I was about to throw up. Honestly... I probably would've... If Cake Face wasn't standing there ruining my naturally bitchtastic mood. (b***h + Fantastic.) She and her equally overdecorated backup dancers gasped like I'd just insulted the Moon Goddess herself. "Hey!" I shouted to the students standing behind them, enjoying the free entertainment. "Why didn't you guys tell these old witches migration season ended?" Silence. Then someone snorted. See? At least one person appreciated quality comedy. Hey... Don't blame me. If they're going to stand there watching the show... They might as well laugh too. Smirks.

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