Will Ariana cope with new changes or will she completely break?
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16 year old Ariana has never had an easy life. Coping with depression at a young age when she didn't even know what it meant was definitely not on her bucket list.
So when her mot...
"Some days It takes a lot of work Just to be okay" -unknown ___________________
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"Good job on your presentation, guys! You will be getting your results in about three to five days! Now you guys have some free time!" Our chemistry teacher said, clapping his hands in excitement while everyone cheered.
A person would have to be severely blind if they didn't notice his love for chemistry.
I took out my sketchbook and pencil and began sketching some random birds sitting on a tree branch in front of the window where I was sitting. Unfortunately, I didn't continue for that long as a certain someone started poking me on the shoulder.
I think we all know who he is.
"What is it now!" I said, slamming my head on the poor desk as the person sitting beside me chuckled, obviously having fun at annoying me by just him glancing at me.
"Nothing," Theodore muttered, still snickering like a stupid, immature boy, making me groan.
"Do you do that just to annoy me? Because if you are, it is working perfectly," I said, slamming my sketchbook shut as I packed everything up, seeing as there was no point in drawing anymore.
"Yup," he said.
I wanted to throw something. A pen sounds like a good idea. But a knife sounds even better. I'm 99.9% sure that Weston would put me as innocent even if Theodore died.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a knife on me. It was in my bag and inside my shoe, which I could not remove—or at least I was not bothered to remove it.
I found a pen lying on the desk that was not mine. As I was smiling mischievously, I threw it at Theodore rather harshly, making him wince a bit and making me chuckle, amused.
"You little..." I chucked another random pen before he could complete the sentence, which made him wince again. I started giggling at his misery before getting up from my seat because there were two minutes to the bell.
He grumpily got out of his seat, glaring daggers at me, but I smiled at him, waving my arms innocently like I had done nothing wrong. I looked back at the teacher, who was oblivious to everything happening right now, too engrossed in his chemistry book.
I swear he has married Chemistry at this point.
How is that even possible? Ask my teacher.
His wife would not have to worry about another girl stealing his husband. She would have to worry about him cheating on her with his chemistry book.
The bell rang as all the students rushed outside the hallway, not bothered at all by our teacher's goodbye, too excited to start playing, eating their lunch, talking to their friends or all.
