Perfect Imperfections (n.h a.u)

Chapter 1.

>> Are those times changing? Is the noise fading?<<

Routine. That's what my life was. A massive routine. From the morning  routine, to the daily routine of university. It was all a massive  routine. But what else should you do if your life is not a routine. I  don't think you'd be very successful if you didn't have a routine. If  you didn't have a plan of what you were going to do that day, what's the  use of living? If things are not perfectly planned what's the point of  living? These questions always ran through my brain when people told me:  "Let things be, Aria! Just relax." And often I said those same words to  some of my friends but yet I never took the advice myself. But that's  how I was. A perfectionist who had to stay on the correct routine every  day of my life or I would fail at what I wanted to achieve.

Let me tell you something, that's what I believed until I met...him.

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BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP.

The first thing I heard every morning at exactly 5:45am. Pretty early?  Yeah, I know but its how I was. I turned off my alarm as I sat up in  bed, rubbing the remaining sleep from my eyes. I reached over for my  black framed glasses from my bedside table. I dragged myself out of bed  and I was welcomed to the cold atmosphere of my apartment in central  London. Damn this weather. Truthfully though, I don't mind it all that  much.

Today was the first day back to University for the new semester. I was  going to start my second year, majoring in English at none other than  Oxford University. Getting straight A's all my schooling life pays off.  Perfection is what I've always wanted to be. I get it from my mother.  She was always as I put it "cleaning the clean." No matter what, my  mother always supported me in my decisions. She was a school teacher  herself, so I was always academically "privileged", if you could say  that. Since fifth grade, when Mrs Watts, my English teacher at the time  asked us to write an essay about where we wanted to study and what one  day,I wanted to achieve my goals. So my almost 11 year old self sat at  my desk in our double lesson of English and began writing about how much  I would love to become an English teacher or lecturer and study at the  Oxford University. Of course, when I told my friends about my essay,  they spent 20 minutes telling me my dream was a long shot. But hey, look  where I am now. So ever since that day I made sure to work hard to get  where I am today.

I walked to my closet taking out my yoga pants along with a tank top and  my Nike running shoes. I changed out of my pajamas and into my running  gear. I walked to the bathroom, put in my contact lenses, brushed my  teeth and finally I put my hair up into a messy ponytail. Part of my  routine. I grabbed my iPod along with my earphones as I ran out of my  apartment, running down the stairs and down the front steps. I stretched  to get started, pressed play on my playlist and began my half an hour  morning run. The sound of Fifth Harmony's Worth It blared through my  earphones and into my ears as I ran down the street, nodding my head to  greet Mrs Winter, my neighbour in my apartment building. She was a  really nice lady, 65 years old who baked the delicious cookies she  always made for me ever since I moved in a year and a half ago. She had 2  children and 3 grand children who I would see from time to time. Her  husband passed on a few weeks before I had moved which always resulted  in me going over to her apartment once a week to ask if she needed  anything from the store or for me to help with anything.

I ran two blocks down to the park I run at every morning. There's a  pathway right around the park. It isn't very big but it works well for  my work out. There isn't many people awake at this time of the day so  the park was empty, like any other morning. As I reached the end of the  pathway, I slowed my pace down as I neared the fairly big pond, if you  can call it a pond. I sat down on the grass near the waters edge just  looking out at the Autumn sky. The leaves were already starting to fall  from the trees and the air was slightly chilly but it was beautiful.  London is very different from home. Home being Columbus, Ohio. I'm from  the US and I moved to the UK. Some people may say I'm pretty stupid but  my dreams are my dreams. Home always never seemed like home. I mean, yes  I grew up there but it was never a place I saw myself growing old in  with my husband and 3 children. Truthfully, I never saw myself getting  married anyways. I have had boyfriends in the past, maximum two, but it  never lasted, except with Joshua who broke up with me 2 weeks before  graduation because he wanted to explore more and apparently I was  holding him back. What an ass ! But other then Joshua and Mike in 8th  grade I was never really linked up with a guy.

I got up, dusted myself off and began my run back home. I checked my  watch as I ran. 6:13am. Just about right. I ran back all the way home,  up the stairs and into my apartment by 6:20. I took my daily shower,  using my strawberry scented shampoo. Once I was done in the shower and  changed into my out for the day. (A/N : outfit to the side)

I grabbed my bag and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a chocolate chip  muffin and made my way out the door to take the 2 tubes to campus. Let  the day begin.

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A/N : hello there

So, this is a new story. I hope you enjoy reading this. It may be a bit short but this was just a layout of how the character, Aria thinks and acts.

Look over at the casting list to see who plays who. Aria, of course, is Lucy Hale from Pretty Little Liars.

So yeah, hope you enjoyed.

-Z.