Chapter 1 
                              Ariana's point of view:
                              "Ariana, wake up! You're going to be late to school, for the second time this week!" My mother screamed.
                              Argh! I forgot to turn my alarm on last night and this woman is going to be the death of me. She aggressively pulled the duvet and I was hit by a cold, harsh breeze. What a great start to the morning(!).
                              I reluctantly crawled out of bed, put on my thick, woolly robe and strolled into the bathroom, the light burning my eyes. I had no time for a shower, so I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed for my room. My life is such a mess, I sighed. Rejecting the thought, I rushed to get ready putting on my slightly creased grey plaid skirt which came slight above my knees and my white fitted shirt. It's too tight, you can see the shape of my body. I need to get a new one desperately. I reached inside my bedside drawer for my glasses and tied my hair up in a messy bun. Staring at the long mirror in front of me, I subconsciously began picking out my flaws.
                              Too plain.
                              Too short.
                              Too geeky.
                              Oh well, who was there to impress? No boy in school gave me a second look.
                              I glanced at the time on my phone. Shit! It was already 8:15am and I had to be in school in 10 minutes! I grabbed my bag and jacket from beside my bed and ran downstairs.
                              "Bye, Ariana! I'm going to be home late from work today, don't wait up!" I heard as I was leaving the house.
                              Urgh, now to face the idiots from my school. I hate everyone there.
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                              "Good morning class, great to see everyone this fine Thursday morning. Get your books out, ready to start the lesson!" Mr Alexander, my maths teacher, droned on as I walked into class. "Late, are we? Ms. Romero, would you kindly hurry up? You're disrupting the lesson."
                              I could hear the class snigger and make comments. What a load of pricks. Why does life have to be so difficult? I sat down on my desk, noticing the chair next to mine was empty. Turns out Mr. Popular wasn't in today. I thanked God for being kind to me. It was far too awkward when he was here, we'd sit in silence. Neither of us attempting to make conversation. After all, if he was seen talking to the lonely, sad girl, his reputation would be down the drain. However, saying that, he is amazingly good looking. I'd secretly glance at him every now and then when he is here, simply because he is so attractive. His blondish hair styled upwards, those beautiful eyes; neither green or hazel, a mixture of both, his sexy pink lips that he always bites when he doesn't get the work (which I would love to kiss - not that I know how to!), those pearly white teeth. Jared James had every girl in the school forming a queue at his bedpost.
                              Focus, Ariana. You don't need that in your life.
                              Today was going to be a long day. Nothing out of the ordinary then.
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                              Author's note:
                              Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! It was basically just to give a little insight into her everyday life, which will make more sense when the next chapter is up. Yes, it will be more about her online friend! I can't wait for you guys to read it. I've already written it and it will be up when this gets a few votes! I PROMISE! Thank you, you're amazing:D.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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Teen FictionYou hate everything about school. The students. The teachers. Oh and did I mention the students? No one gives you a second glance. You walk to school alone. You eat lunch alone. You walk home alone. So for that reason, your only release is talking t...
