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...
"Being raised with cold eyes taught me not to cry"
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Slight mention of suicide but really slight like its barely even there, but I'd still like to warn you though:)
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"So, are you excited for your first class of archery?" James asked as we walked to our last class, the theory lesson of Physical Education.
"Yeah, I am pretty excited," I replied, smiling at the thought.
It is currently Wednesday, roughly three to four days since the incident in the part. No one knows it was me who proved and publicised the sins that he who must not be named has done, nor does anyone know that he is being tortured – though I really don't want to talk about it, much less see it or else I would vomit and pass out.
Regarding Theodore and me, he has disappeared mainly because his father wants him in a mafia meeting, according to James, though he hasn't really said sorry yet.
Anyways...
Today is exciting because I signed up for archery as an after-school activity, and today is the first training day. They will see what level you are in and put you there. Beginner, Intermediate or Advanced. We will have class on Mondays and Wednesdays while the rest of the days will be singing, but that would start after the idiot is back because, apparently, he is the drummer. There will be a substitute teacher today since the actual teacher got sick and has an MC (medical certificate).
I took out the books I needed for my subject and my laptop. I opened all my websites and signed in before waiting for the teacher to arrive.
I hate theory lessons.
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After the bell rang, I walked out of my last class and went to the changing rooms to get dressed for archery. I wore a simple black shirt—full–sleeved—and leggings. I got out and headed to the field, only to see a dejected girl walking back to school. She looked up and noticed me before asking, "Are you going to archery?"
I nodded, confused as to why she was asking this question.
"Well, then, might as well turn around. The coach said it is for boys only," She explained before walking away.
But when I signed, it said it was for all genders—boys, girls, and boys. They hadn't specified anything.
Huh. Got to check it out.
So, I did exactly the opposite of what the girl had told me to do. Instead of walking back to the school building, I walked towards the archery field, where I could briefly see a man in his 30s teaching the boys in this school—all of this but no girls at all.
