Anna's Life
Easy in LA
Chapter 1
by 
niruno
God, it's so hot.
You roll over in bed and groan, closing your eyes as your hands grasp the sheets tightly. Your thin t-shirt is stuck to your body with sweat, clinging to you as you toss and turn in your small bed.
Opening your eyes you roll to one side, checking the alarm clock. 7:45. It's pretty early. Elsewhere in the house you can hear your mother beginning to make breakfast.
Slowly you sit up, a hand going up to run through your long black hair. Idly you trace the curves of your large breasts, just making out the outline of your nipples through the thin fabric of your T-Shirt.
Anna Velázquez, 18 years and two weeks old, notoriously easy neighborhood girl. Once more you rub your breast, sighing. Get up? Lay back down?