Erran and Arie

Before I start the story, I want to clear up some things so that it won't be a pain for me in the future. Erran's name is pronounced the same way that you would say the name Aaron. it is just spelled differently. Arie's name is pronounced R-E. Simple. Just say the letter "r" and then say the letter "e". Now put them together and you have Arie. This is my first story so i hope you all like it.

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Arie's P.O.V

       "Come on Arie! I'm not gonna be late again!" Sighing in frustration, I answered my mother.

      "Mom I'm coming! Don't have a cow, jeesh!" I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs before she could reply. Ever since mom became the manager of Wilson's Supermarket, she started stressing over every job relating aspect in her life. The most annoying of those aspects is her appearance. Even though she works in a store where they sell fish and tires in the same place, she insists on wearing only business attire. Today, for example, she was wearing a grey high-waist pencil legged skirt with a short-sleeved white blouse. Her shoulder-length black hair was pulled up in a tight bun. Her black eye shadow made her emerald eyes pop out and shine. when i reached the bottom step, my mom gave me a once-over and sighed.

     "Why do you leave the house everyday looking like that? Haven't I taught you better?" I looked down at my T-shirt, ripped baggy jeans, and my dirty sneakers.

    "What? You don't like my awesome sense of fashion?" Mom rolled her eyes her eyes and snorted. 

      "Just get in the car before I'm late for a second time this year." I grabbed my skate board and ran out the door. Mom followed after me. "Oh hell, Arie. Don't tell me you"re taking that thing!" She pointed an angry finger at my most prized possession; my skate board. I looked up at her, smiled in response and jumped in the car. She rolled her eyes for the second time, locked the door and jumped in after me.

      "After school, make sure to come straight to the store. I might need your help today." I nodded my head and stared out of the window." I stared up at the middle-classed two-story houses as we passed by. The only way we were able to afford our house is because of the money from my dad's life insurance. He died in the army five years ago when his jeep accidentally rolled over a land mine. I sighed and shook the thoughts from my head. I felt a nudge on my arm and looked up to see my mom staring at me. She raised her eyebrows and pointed out of the window. I followed her finger and flinched mentally. I have finally reached the gates of hell.

Tammi's P.O.V.

I hate mondays. They always seem long and boring for me. I sat on the stairs with Erica, my best friend, and waited for Brandon, my boyfriend. As hard as i tried, i couldn't ignore Erica's incessant babbling. WHen will she ever shut up? This blond hair, blue-eyed girl was really working on my last nerve. I was about to shut her up when Brandon finally showed up. Happy for a distraction, I ran down the stairs and jumped into his arms. I looked up into his green eyes and smiled. I grabbed his short jet black hair and pulled him in for a kiss. After a while, we pulled away to catch our breath.         

     "Hey, i didn't know that you missed me so much. I was only gone for a week!" I laughed and punched him in the shoulder. He left to go spend some time with his family down in Florida. I was too busy enjoying the way his perfectly toned body felt against mine to reply. A flick on my nose brought me back to into reality. I looked up to see him smirking down at me. His gaze flicked to the left and i followed it and mirrored the expression on Brandons face. Arie Hendricks a.k.a "it" had just ariived. Arie was the most hated and bullied girl in this school. We used to be friends back in elementary school but that all changed when we were in fifth grade and I saw my crush kiss her. I was heart broken and devastated. So, to make up for the pain, I started a rumor about her and bullied her ever since. I dont even care about the kiss anymore. Arie is just too low on the social scale for me to stop now. Brandon's leg shot out and tripped her as she passed. She pitched foward and fell to the ground with a thud, smacking her face on a step as she went.