Ariana Grande: My Secret Life

chapter 3

"Ari! Ari, please listen to me!" Sarah cried frantically, racing to catch up with me. Even with heels, years of practice had taught me to have a quick pace when needed.

"Get away from me Sarah," I said through my tears as I stormed into our shared room. There was no point locking the door after me, Sarah had the key, and even if she didn't I knew her long enough to know that she wouldn't let a closed door stop her from anything.

"No!" she said. I kicked off my heels and climbed into my bed, throwing a sheet over me, covering me completely.

"Ari, please don't me mad," she begged. I felt her sitting next to me. "I was trying to help, honest."

"Just go away," I mumbled into the fabric. It smelled like lavender, and I thought of Mom. Mom. Warm, fashionable, Mom. I could trust Mom.

I missed my other life.

"Ari, I just though that if he saw how talented you were, he would be back to being friendly with you in an instant! I never thought, I never, I never imagined..." her voice faltered as I recalled Jake's disappointed eyes and downturned lips.

"Ariana?" she said softly.

I didn't respond, just turned to face the wall. I heard her breathing for a minute, then finally she got up and I heard footsteps padding away into the kitchen.

I didn't bother wiping my tears . With my tear-stained cheeks and aching heart, I drifted off to a slow sleep.

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"Ariana?" Sarah's groggy voice made me lift my head. "What-" she yawned. "What are you doing?"

I took a deep breath. Obviously, I knew this would not be easy.

"Leaving," I said, calm as could be.

Her sleepy eyes widened and she sat up straighter, her blanket now tousled wildly. She rubbed her eyes. "You're WHAT?"

"Leaving." I repeated. I piled some more skirts into my bag.

"What? But-you-you can't leave!" she cried, panic-striken.

"I can do whatever I want, Sarah," I said, a bit annoyed now.

Her eyes filled with hurt and I instantly regretted being so sharp. I sighed and walked over to her. Siting down gently, I tried to explain.

"Sarah, I know I always said that this was the real me, and that I belonged here. But the truth is, I think things have changed. I belong, out there now." I said cautiously. "I belong with my music, my other life. That's where I need to be right now."

She stared at me, and I relaxed. Sarah would understand, she always did.

Then her eyes filled with disgust.

"Oh. I see what you mean." she said.

"Really? You do? Oh Sarah I knew you'd-"

"Understand?" she laughed bitterly. "Yeah I understand. I understand that you're a selfish diva!"

I gasped. "Sarah? What the hell?"

"You heard me," she snarled. "So you get a broken heart. You don't get your way for once. And so you run off to your precious fans who adoooreee you," she dragged. "To people who follow you and treat you like God. Jesus Ari. Why the fuck do you have to be such a bitch?Normal girls get their hearts broken left and right. But you? Oh, god forbid you don't get your way for once. If you don't, off you go to your kingdom. Listen, I know Jake made you feel awful, but that doesn't give you the right to run away and go back to being a queen, Ariana."