Her breakthrough

The rays of sunlight coming in from Anastasia's window reflected on her eyes. She groaned sleepily and turned away from the rays wanting to get more sleep before she finally had to wake up. Her plan was cut short by a knock on her door. "Ana, please tell me you're awake and not sleeping in again", Frederick her father roared outside her door as he continued knocking. Anastasia groaned hearing her father's shout knowing she would have to cut her sleep short. She had slept late the night before reminiscing about what had happened the year before, forgetting it was the beginning of a new school year and she would have to sleep early. "I'm up dad", Anastasia lazily yelled back, burying her face in her pillow. "Be out in fifteen love", Frederick told her from the door. She heard his footsteps move away from her door and presumably to her sister's. Anastasia turned and stared at the ceiling wondering how bad her Junior year in highschool would go especially with how bullying was getting very rampant in this modern age and she herself happened to be a victim. She was bullied all through her sophomore year with no chance of love. She subconsciously looked in the direction of her sister's room like she could see through the walls, as she heard her dad waking her sister up the same way he woke her up. She assumed her sister would have had her bath and would be on her makeup by now. Her sister, Rochelle, has always been popular. She was more of a queen bee. She knew how to wear makeup, wore lots of short dresses barely covering her panties and showing loads of cleavage. She and her sister both had the hourglass shape, with medium sized boobs but Rochelle knew how to bring attention to herself. Anastasia finally dragged herself off the bed and into the bathroom after lazing on her bed. She brushed her teeth while listening to her favorite old school singer, 'Queen'. She had her bath, and went to her wardrobe. She looked at her clothes and settled on baggy jeans, black tank top and a matching jean jacket. She packed her long curly black hair into a messy bun, grabbed her backpack which she had packed the night before and left the room. She met her parents in the kitchen, working together to make breakfast. "Good morning dad, good morning mum", she greeted as she took an apple from the table. She dropped her bag on the chair in the kitchen, where they all ate. "Morning pumpkin, hope you slept well?," Frederick asked as he dropped a plate containing three toast, an omelet and cheese. "Thanks dad,". Anastasia looked to her mother, realizing she hadn't talked to her since she got to the kitchen. She shrugged and began eating her food. She knew her mother didn't like her much, why? She had no idea. When she was little, she believed she was adopted, until her father told her she wasn't . She dropped the idea of her being adopted but couldn't find any other reason why her biological mother wouldn't like her. Frederick noticed Anastasia looking at his wife and he sighed slowly. He went nearer to his wife and nudged her, but she only gave him a side eye. At that moment, Rochelle came down. Her heels echoes filling the quiet in the room. Anastasia looked at her sister, who wore a short black skirt, a white crop top and a blue jacket. She wore a two layered necklace , dangling earrings, rings on three of each hand, a charm bracelet on her left hand and a wristwatch on the right hand. She wondered how her sister managed to pull all this off looking like a Greek goddess. "Good morning my darling daughter, hope you slept well," her mother immediately said as Rochelle entered the kitchen , "You look like a beauty as always," she continued. "Thanks mum, what about my salad," Rochelle asked, not returning her mother's greetings. Anastasia finished her food, bade everyone farewell but as usual, only her father replied. She grabbed her bag and left the house, walking quickly to get to the bus. She knew Rochelle's boyfriend was going to pick her up as always. She always had one guy or the other picking her up. Anastasia got to the bus stop and the bus came almost immediately. She entered, paid and sat down. She plugged her earphones in and hummed silently. After a couple of minutes , she arrived at her school. She got down and walked quickly to her locker. She passed her sister with her friends, or rather social accomplice , gossiping. Anastasia wondered who was their prey this time around. She completely ignored her sister knowing Rochelle hated being related to her. She opened her locker, took her textbook and walked to her class. She got to her class , went to her seat and saw a garbage pile on her seat and table. She sighed, dropped her bag on the floor before going to carry the dustbin. She packed all the dirt on her table and chair with the broom and dropped the dustbin back at the door. She took a face wipe from her bag and cleaned her seat. She heard snickers from the rest of the class as she cleaned her seat but she ignored them . She was used to their bullying already. A female teacher, who she hadn't seen before entered the class and everyone quieted a little . She wrote the word biology on the board. She introduced herself as Miss Donna. "You look beautiful Miss Donna," a student, Micheal, said from the back of the class. The rest of the class laughed knowing Micheal wanted to tease and insult the teacher like he always did. "Thank you Mr Michael, but I think it would be highly beneficial for you if you're quiet for the rest of the class," Miss Donna told him, wearing a simple look . "Why, if I don't, you'll give me detention?," Micheal retorted and the class snickered again. "Detention is just like an extra class for you to have fun, avoid going home and even do some nonsense when the teacher isn't looking. Now that doesn't have any impact on you or your future Mr Michael, but me failing you in this course which would lead to you having an extra year, which would also lead to delaying the course of your future. That is what I prefer to do. So would I give you detention, no, but would I give you something to remember for the rest of your life? , yes." Micheal immediately sat upright, fear visible on his face. He gulped slowly and picked at the note in front of him. Anastasia looked at the woman , recalling again that she hadn't seen her before. No other teacher had dared retort at Micheal before. "She seems to be new, I think she's part of the new teachers the school collected," Anastasia heard someone say at her back. 'I like her,' Anastasia thought to herself. The rest of the class was quiet as no one wanted to get on Miss Donna's bad side. The class ended and Miss Donna left the class. Immediately all the students began gossiping about her, talking about how she was mean to Micheal, who was quite popular. Micheal was fuming and kept ranting about how he was going to deal with her using his parents' influence. The second period started with calculus . The man taking them was the one who did the previous year. Anastasia was glad about that because it made understanding easier for her. It was finally time for lunch after a long class of calculus. Anastasia headed to the cafeteria, got her food, sat in a quiet corner and began eating. She was in a hurry to finish her food before Marina and her friends would feast on her. Anastasia was on her last piece of bread when someone stood in front of her. She immediately knew it was Marina due to the evil giggle. Anastasia inhaled deeply before she continued to eat her food. "Well, in case you didn't notice my presence , I'll greet you personally. Hello b***h, welcome to junior year,". Marina's two friends who were at Marina's sides laughed mockingly as Marina said. Anastasia continued to eat her food, she had put the last piece of bread in her mouth before her head flew back in pain. Marina had pulled her hair , now annoyed that Anastasia ignored her , "Would you say you're now deaf b***h?" Anastasia painfully swallowed her food wondering why she was picked on. She had never done anything to warrant it. She wasn't weird or much of a nerd…so why…. "I was going to swallow so I don't get crumbs on your clothes. Can you please leave my hair now," Anastasia slowly said , while using her hands to hold her hair which looked like it was about to leave her skull due to the force with which Marina was holding her hair. "Well if I don't, what will you do?," Marina snickered at her. Anastasia wondered if to use the skills she had learnt in a taekwondo class during the summer. But she remembered the majority of the guys in the cafeteria would do anything to get into Marina's pants and they would happily beat her up. Even if she could handle Marina and her friends, she doubted she could handle the guys. "I'm sorry for offending you Marina," Anastasia told her, resorting to apology. Marina, her friends and a couple other students laughed at her. Anastasia knew that now the attention of the other students had been caught, the real torture was about to start. "You should have said that from the beginning Ana instead of trying to act boldly. You know that just doesn't fit you, it makes you look like a pig. Talking about pigs, seems you've decided to up your dressing sense , but why do you have to wear everything big like you aren't big enough?," "Maybe because she doesn't realize how much she's transitioning from pig to cow," Stella, Marina's right hand, said snickering. Stella and Rosa, the second friend, laughed at Marina. Marina forcefully left Anastasia's hair pushing her so she would hit her head on the table. Anastasia, although in control of her head, knew Marina's intention and so pretended to actually hit her head so Marina didn't harm her more. Flashes of the last school session went through her mind making her body submit to fear. They all laughed as they walked away. Anastasia quickly stood up and walked to the library to spend the rest of her break buried in books before she broke down in the cafeteria, again.