My Secret Angel

Character Intro

     I guess I should tell you about myself eh? My name is Arianna Edwards, but people call me Ari or Aire. I live in Mullingar, Ireland. I'm not very social; I'd rather be alone or with my best friend, Niall Horan.

     Niall has piercing blue eyes. I've always been in love with them. He's a natural brunette, but he prefers to bleach his hair blonde. He has this perfect smile that has always caused all my fears to just melt away when I'm in his presence. He's really funny, and is in love with food. He's always been happy-go-lucky and carefree, always bubbly and kind. Niall has a job at our favourite local cafe and often brings me home a tea when his shift is over. Liz, the owner is like family to us and pays him very well for what his job description is. He has an amazing voice, but won't accept any compliments. That's his main insecurity... his voice. Only his mom and I know about this remarkable hidden talent. We met when we were both 4 years old at a local park... and we instantly became friends, best friends at that. He's like my other half. It was a bonus that we live on the same street.

     Personally, I have long brown hair. My eyes are a forest green, but with brown around the center. I'm about 5'7", not bad compared to my Irish leprechaun. I wouldn't say that I'm skinny, but I'm not extremely over weight either. I've always been really insecure, and even with Niall's reassurance every day, I always seem to have numerous doubts. I've been interested in drawing and playing guitar for as long as I can remember. No one except Niall has every heard me. I also love reading and writing, it's a way for me to escape the world for a while.

     I get bullied and hurt a lot, but it happens so often that I'm used to it. But no matter what, Niall is always there. Sometimes it shocks me that he's still around. We're both 18, meaning for 14 years he's been there at my call (quite literally surprisingly). I hope it will always stay the way thing are between us now, with us as best friends.

     He's the one thing that my abusive father can't take from me. Ever since my mom left when I was only 5 years old, he's blamed all his problems on me. I miss her sometimes, but I can't help but be mad at her... She just packed up her stuff and left, without any explanation. I don't get how a mother could leave her child so easily, but my father had a theory. He always said it was because I was a horrible, fucked up mistake; and sometimes I can't help but think...

Maybe he's right.