Ariella Garcia is an 18-year-old girl who dreams of leaving her current situation behind and starting a new life. She's fiercely independent, and her love for nature and animals is unparalleled. She's always surrounded by people who care about her...
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I just finished my shift at Grace's place and talked with Alex a little bit before heading to the park.
I wiped the dirt from the bench before plopping down on it.
I sighed feeling empty. It's been three weeks three whole weeks since the day we went bowling and I haven't heard anything from all of them.
Nick sent me a message three weeks ago saying I shouldn't come to clean until he says so. He hasn't contacted me since.
And I blame myself for it. I always make the same mistake of trusting people and then they notice how weird I am and they ditch me.
It has happened countless times but I don't know why it still hurts.
Maybe because our friendship lasted longer than all the others and I felt like a I belonged. They made me feel like I was special, that I was one of them.
Though I'm sad they don't talk to me I wished they told me why or what I did wrong so I know not to do that when or if ever get new friends.
They were one of the reasons why I wanted to live every day after every beating I could put on a smile knowing that the next day I would see Nic and Hazel arguing.
So that I could braid Dion's hair or Lucas who will ruffle my hair even though I got mad.
And Alexandro although he had a cold exterior he has been kinder than most of the people I've met in my unfortunate life.
It's as if he knew everything about me and everything I'm thinking even if I didn't say anything. He actually looks at me when I say "I'm fine" and realizes when I'm lying.
I sigh placing my head in my hands just rethinking about everything I said or did around them that must have weirded them out.
I sigh again and stand up taking a deep breath, knowing I can't keep doing this to myself.
I head home since I still have to make dinner for my dad.
Leaving the park I sense someone behind me but when I turn around there is no one there. I've been getting this feeling for a week, that someone is following me.
I know maybe I'm just being paranoid but I still walk faster. I hear footsteps behind but I'm too scared to look behind. I practically begin running the last ten meters to my house for once really happy that my dad is a cop and his car is parked outside.
I open the door and lock it sighing. It's ironic how I'm running away from danger and heading to danger.
I turn around and immediately duck when I see an object being thrown at me.
"You are late" He slurs clearly drunk I stop myself from rolling my eyes and just mutter a sorry before hanging my bag on the hanger.
I start making his food some simple pasta after half an hour I'm done and place the plate in front of him.
