When you have the highest IQ out of the whole school some people would think well she's going to do magnificent things in life, she is going to go to a good college my father says and don't forget about my mother she says that I was born with a gift, well actually two gifts, beauty and intelligence two things that are rare; something very special, I don't think I'm someone special I liked to think of myself as keeping things to my self I don't like to brag about what I can do which is lot's of things I joined graphic noveling , advanced art, dance, and banjo I ended up being very good at them but all those classes weren't really for me I was very devoted to all of them I guess sometimes it's okay to lose interest and learn something else, I just haven't found the one class to stick with.
As I'm running down the stairs of Rosewood high's Progressive school I ran Into principle Hackett "Woah there slow your roll Mrs. Montgomery. Mr. Hackett is one of those chill I guess you could say principles he's very nice except he knows that I haven't really been involved in my classes as I use too and I know he's been concerned about that since it's my junior year here.
Sorry Mr. Hackett just on my way to the restroom. I stumbled on the last step trying to enter the girls bathroom when I met up with my only friends Spencer, Emily, Hanna and Alison."So what are you going to do about your classes Aria you have to pick something." Alison said as she picked up her skirt and flushed the toilet. I'm not sure maybe I'll just make up my own class I'll name it "indecisive elective " I smirked, but all I got back was silence and Alison walked out the bathroom door and so did the others. I stared into space and wiped the smirk of my face. As we all walked down the checkered floor of the hallway Alison stopped and took out this pink vintage dress out of her bag. "Checkout out what granny had in her closet it's beautiful right, oh and don't worry Aria I picked something out for you. "No need I'm going for my little Gothic look." "Well you can't because that's Elisha's thing." She retorted. Though you would look good with some cheek piercing's no one else is doing that." Alison said as she pinched my two cheeks. "Aria?" I heard my name and turned around to see who called it, it was principle Hackett. "A word?" he said and disappeared back into his office. I nodded and said my goodbye's to all the girls they gave me a assuring smile. As I walked in I seen my English teacher at a desk eating his lunch also but that wasn't my concern what I was concerned about was what Mr. Hackett wanted to speak to me about. I sat down on a yellow chair off to the side of the wall where different pictures of students were hanged onto the bulletin board. I lifted one leg to rest on the chair and my eyes caught back to my English teacher again. "Do you want me to leave?" he said with food in his mouth I kept from smirking though and kept my cool. "Mm no it's cool Ezra. Mr. Hackett said stealing a carrot out of Ezra's plastic container. So you were in , graphic noveling , advanced art, dance, and banjo; you were completely devoted to each of these. "Yeah I was." I nodded my head and laughed then I wasn't I shrugged my shoulders. "Ezra you should hear this girl play banjo very talented. "I know, I know I shrugged again "Come see me Monday with a plan, if you don't like the electives offered here you could pick anything out of the whole universe, but you better come up with something because it's freaaaaking March he whispered and walked out of the office. "You broccoli ." I heard Ezra say "What?" "You broccoli? broccoli, rock you know that banjo? Never mind it was a stupid pun." he smirked. I only smiled and shook my head and walked out of the office.
"Oh spirits lead me out of these moral thoughts and sex me here." Elisha said as she finished her poem in front of the class. Mr. Fitz just sat on the couches wowed as in like well that was an odd and dark poem. Students clapped and Elisha sat back down on the opposite couch beside me.
"That was a quite bold interpretation Elisha."
"I can't believe I dated her." Emily whispered and laughed.
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Aria Montgomery
FanfictionAria Montgomery attends a New York Progressive School where everyone has to outdo each other with creative activities. 17-year old Aria Montgomery prefers to be invisible than risk revealing herself as completely ordinary. When her young, handsome...