Hating Hannah

Chapter 1: Is There A Point?

Sun splashed across my walls, mottling the plain white with stripes of colour. I lay in my bed, watching the world through my half open curtains. Next to me my alarm started beeping and i sighed, reaching out to flick it off. I've always been good at waking up and recently I've started waking before my alarm. I really didn't want to get up, there was no point. I mean i had no one to meet, nothing to do but still. Life goes on and all that crap.

Rolling out of bed i had to kick my covers from my feet, pulling my pajama shorts down self consciously even though there was no one around. I'm pretty tall, about 5'9", and the way my shorts had ridden up in my sleep wasn't decent. Blushing i felt stupid, i was thinking like an old woman for crying out loud, then sighed. If i listened hard enough i was overwhelmed by the silence of the house. I had no clue where Dad was but to be fair i didn't care. I gave up caring a while ago.

Taking the stairs two at a time i jumped over the rug at the bottom, smiling at the tangle of shoes. My brother Jonah wasn't home but his shoes were. My smile grew wider as i realised he was going to be here for dinner. He's only a year older than me but he's a lot like Louise and Melissa, my perfect sisters. Basically people love him, and he's pretty cool. Not as successful as them but he's a damn good mechanic. He taught me everything i know, and i spend a lot of time on a dirt bike out in the woods. I mean what the hell else am i going to do round here? Go hang with people who hate me? Uh no thanks. My smile shrunk a little bit as i thought about how invisible i was to everyone at school, even the teachers didn't see me, but i shook it off. It was the first day of the summer after all. Going into the kitchen i started hunting for food. The fridge was nearly empty. Looked like my first job of the holiday was shopping, sighing i slammed the door shut, ignoring my protesting stomach. There was nothing decent to eat other than...cornflakes, which i hate, and orange juice, which i hate. Yummy!

I'll get something to eat when i go shopping, i promised myself as i headed back upstairs for a shower. The water turned my pale skin pink and i knew it was going to be another tan-less summer. No matter what i do i don't tan;my sisters and my brother all have the same perfect, golden, glowing tan that people kill for, and they get it from Dad. I look like a freaking vampire, and i get that from Mom. I saluted mockingly to her picture as i came out of the bathroom, trying not to feel the sharp stabs of pain as i saw her smile and long, red hair caught on a long dead breeze, immortalized on a piece of crappy paper in a cheap wooden frame on our upstairs hallway.  It always gets me that Dad thinks this is a good way to remember her, he won't even talk about her. Its stupid but i knew better than to argue the point. Instead i dressed quickly, eager to get out of the house which was suddenly uncomfortably haunted with memories. Shoving my black tank top on and tugging it down so it met my ice blue shorts i shoved my feet into a pair of battered tennis shoes before grabbing my phone and my keys. I failed my drivers tests, for the fifth time, just before the summer. I don't know why but i think it's got something to do with my complete lack of regard for things like speed limits. What can i say? My brothers a mechanic, I'm a dirt biker and i like to go fast.

The walk down into town took me maybe ten minutes and it wasn't hard to find the store. I hadn't thought to bring a list so i practically bought everything we might need including some stuff we definitely wouldn't. I didn't even stop to think about how i was carrying this all home. As i was paying my phone buzzed, there was only one person who would be messaging me-Jonah. Pulling it out i scanned the text quickly and rolled my eyes. Sometimes he's such a douche bag. All it said was 'You're probably still not up so get your lazy ass up Annie and go shopping. We need food. love J' There was brotherly love for you.

Carrying maybe twenty bags turned out to be pretty difficult but there was nothing else to do. No one would help me, my phone book literally consisted of family. I meant it before when i said i was invisible. But I'm more than that, I'm a freaking social outcast. Not that we really want to go there.