Little Do You Know...

One

A/N:

Hey guys! I just wanted to get a few things across.

First of all, Sammy is a little younger in this, for the sake of the story. Seventeen, turning eighteen. So, bare with me, okay?

Also, I know this title sucks 😭😂 I'll try to come up with a better one as the story progresses.

Take Care by Drake ft. Rihanna would be a good theme song for this 😏

Other than that, thanks for reading!

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One:

ARIA'S POV:

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

Ugh.

I groaned as I flipped over and slammed my alarm off.

Day one of my new life.

Okay, now you're probably really confused.

Hey. My name is Aria. Aria Stone.

I'm 17, and currently live in Los Angles, California.

I've only lived in Cali for about 5 days. My parents just divorced. I wanted to live with my dad, in Miami, but my mom got custody.

I disagree with my mom on just about everything. My dad is pretty laid back though.

So, let me think...

I struggle with anxiety. It sucks. And my mom won't accept that I have it, so that just makes it ten times worse. I'm pretty good at hiding it though.

I shut everyone out. It's just easier.

Ummm, what else? Oh yeah!

I'm about 5'5-5'6. I have straight, brown hair and brown eyes. I really hate my eyes. My whole face, actually. My friends tell me I'm pretty and beautiful and stuff, but they're supposed to. They're my friends.

I mean, I guess I can see why they think that, but I always seem to focus more on my flaws. Like the way my eyes crinkle when I smile.

I love singing and music more than life itself. I taught myself to play piano at thirteen and haven't stopped since.

So yeah, that's me.

I climbed out of bed and my feet padded across my carpet.

Today was the first day of my new school. I wasn't exactly excited.

I didn't want to have to make new friends, get used to new teachers, etc. And the fact that I had to wake up at 6:00 am didn't help. Classes start at seven.

I have major trust issues. It was hard enough for me to make friends at my old school, and I lived there my whole life. Starting all over? I wasn't happy about it. My parents decided to move in the last two and a half months of school, so I wouldn't stress too much about my grades, but still get a feel for the city and get to know people.

Yeah. Okay guys.

I put on a white baseball tee with black sleeves, and light jeans. I put my earrings in (two holes in each ear and cartilage pierced in my left) and let my freshly brushed locks hang down my back.

As I walked downstairs for breakfast, I prayed my mom had already left for work. Sadly, that was not the case.

"That's what you're wearing?"

"Yes mom. What's the matter with it?"

"Don't you want to make a good impression? You should try to look at least a little nice. Go put on a skirt and sandals or something." My mom said shortly

"Mom, it'll be fine."

She sighed dramatically.

"Don't just sit there and write in your notebook all day. Talk to people. Make friends."

She meant my worn, leather journal. I wrote down songs I liked, original songs, basically everything.

"What's the matter with me writing?" I asked, putting my stuff into my blue backpack.

"Nothing, Aria. I just want you to have friends."

"Okay. Cool" I laced up my black hi-top Vans, pulling the laces tightly. I hopped up and grabbed my keys, then plugged my earbuds into my phone.

"Bye mom. Be back by midnight."

Midnight is my curfew.

"Where are you gonna be until midnight? We just moved here." She scoffed

"Anywhere but here." I replied, annoyed, and shut the door.

I walked over to my car and stuck the keys in the ignition. As I pulled out of the driveway, I softly sang along to my music.

I pulled up to the school and took a deep breath.

Here we go.