Am I Really Alone?

chapter 3

Arielle (at the top)

A month later

I look at myself in the mirror.

This is it, my brand new start at life. No more bullying. No more stress. Finally I can find myself as a person. I try to remember the last time something fun happened in all four years of my high school career, but nothing comes to mind. All that comes to mind is all the pain I've been through at such a young age.

Not now Arielle, this is supposed to be the best day of your life. Leave the past in the past and look forward to a better life. A better future.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a knock on my bedroom door.

"Honey, can I come in?"

"Yes, mom."

"Sweetie, are you ready to go? We don't want to be late for your big day."

I smile. For the first time in a long time, I smile.

Ever since the day I told my parents what's been going on at school, they've been giving me this look I hate the most.

The look of sympathy.

I know they don't mean to be mean and I know they love me, but I just wish they would look at me as if everything is fine and not like their daughter has too many problems she can't handle.

"Just let me freshen up a little and I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay sweetie, we'll be waiting."

"Mom?"

"Yes, hon?"

"I love you."

"I love you too pumpkin."

I give myself one last look in the mirror.

"This is going to be the best day of my life."

If only I knew how wrong I was

Daniel's POV

I'm on my way to my 5th cousin's graduation and I'm running a little behind.

"Come on, come on keep it moving."

Traffic is no joke in LA. I finally make it to the graduation and just my luck the ceremony just started.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Its alright son you didn't miss anything."

As the ceremony goes on, they finally get to the J names. During all of this, one name sparks my interest.

"Arielle Morgan Jones."

I've heard that name before, but where? Now I'm going to be thinking about this all day.

Arielle's POV

At the end of the ceremony I am greeted by my family. We took so many pictures and enjoyed each others company. No looks of sympathy, just looks of love and admiration.

"We are so proud of you, baby girl."

"Thanks Dad."

"Now let's go celebrate!"

As I walked outside, I felt something being poured on my head. I put my hands on my head and brought them back down to look at them.

Egg.

Why can't things go as planned?!

It feels as if everything is in slow motion. I look back at my family and my parents have that look again. I turn back around and see the whole senior graduate class laughing and their parents faces full of shock.