I know that the numbers are ahead, that's just because of the difference in notation between the site where I posted this first.

Chapter 2: Painting over streaming past

-"Anna... that is what my mom called me... Anna"

Seeing my mother's smiling face before me as I repeat my name, makes me smile too even with the tears now in my eyes. I sweep the tears away with one of my clean paint cloths. Looking around in my room at all the things I have painted. I love painting things with bright colors, so much that after this year I'll go to the art school my parents attended. Next to my painting hang a few pictures of the swimming club I'm in. I'm not the best swimmer, but it inspires me greatly for my work. Being 1.66 meter tall, with a streamed figure because of the swimming, my deep amber eyes and long curly dark brown hair make that I don't have to be ashamed of my body at all, some people even wanted to paint me as a subject, but I'm too shy for that.
I lost my parents right before my eyes when I was eleven, I cried hard and I still can't say what happened to them to my little sister Marian. We both got adopted by a sweet older couple, I won't disturb their world with these strange dreams, but...

Is there something strange for the rest?
Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...


1. Anna has painted things and persons she doesn't know *
2. She is being followed by someone *
3. Other *