Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, you don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd already lost one parent, and though she'd always thought it would be brilliant to have no one who cared if she revised for her GCSEs, or if she failed them, no parent who forced a curfew on her, or who tagged around embarrassingly at her school prom, it wasn't brilliant at all. She felt she could just die, and nobody from her family would care. Well, maybe her uncle, who had moved in to take care of her when Dad left, would know he was supposed to grieve and cry.