She is seventeen years old. She is very shy and timid and has no self little self confidence and harldy any self esteem. She loves music and whenever she hears a song she likes her wholey changes to outgoing and happy.
She is very shy and timid and has pretty much no friends. In conversation she never knows what to say or do, nor does she usually put herself out there enough to even attempt to make friends. She is invisible to the world, except for the few that waste time to bully her, make her feel even more worthless than she already does, although occasionally someone will praise her hard schoolwork or her "beauty". She loves music and when she hears a good song she will suddenly open up and dance and talk and be this whole new person, enjoying herself nad smiling, even her eyes glitter.
She has a small razor blade she broke off of a pencil sharpened that she keeps in her pocket, and a pencil box of rubbe bands and tissues that she keeps in her knapsack.
She used to live in a bad neighborhood in new yro kwhen she was little, then her parents got money and moved to get better jobs and a better home. Her mother drinks a lot and her father works too much to notice. When Annastasia was about 8 the beating started, her mother would sit and drink all night, then Annastasia would appear from her room to get something to eat or drink or do, and her mother would beat her until there was no strength left in hr body. Annastasia is forever scarred and mentally broken from it, even more so from her father's lack of care or noticing. About four months ago, four days after her seventeenth birthday, she had had enough and left home, now she travels the streets, occasionally clubbing or hiding out in alleys bumming cigarettes.