"Well, well! Isn't that Aria trying to hide her existence again?" A loud voice screeches through the halls of the high school that I happen to feel imprisoned at.
Of course I know who it is though. It's always the same person. Yet he's always by himself. I don't think he has any friends; or at least none that come to this depressing place. Just in case you were wondering; his name is Austin Corini. He's been coming to this school for what feels like eternity but what happens to ALMOST be a year. Nobody knows his story though. I don't think he has any siblings and nobody ever heard anything about his parents. On that subject; you should probably know that I don't have any siblings and my parents died when I was younger- both deaths at different times. I live with my uncle ("live"- I'm hardly ever there) but I plan on moving out when I'm 18.
On that note of talking about me... I'm guessing you guys would like to know what I look like. Right? Whatever I'm going to tell you anyways. My hair is short and it's light brown. I've got dark eyes and only ever wear makeup on special occasions. I would try more with my appearance (a.k.a makeup) but there is no point on trying when no matter what I get made fun of. I call myself quiet fashionable in some ways, but nobody ever notices me to notice that side of me. The closest I've ever had to having a friend was the time I got myself pizza... But than I ate it. Enough about me. I'm lame and nobody really cares.
"If I was trying to hide my existence than I definitely would not be here!" I say/kinda yell back at him.
"That hoody isn't going to hide that ugly face. Here.. Use mine.. It's much bigger to cover up all the ugly." He says walking closer undoing his jacket from his waist.
"Sorry, but I don't wear gray. If you had that in black I might consider." I snort back at him.
"I'll be sure to get this in black the next time I'm shopping. It'll do us all a big favor when you cover up your face. It'll be nice not to have to block our eyes every time you're around." He says to me getting closer.
My relationship with Austin is weird. I'm not sure if he hates my guys or if he's joking. In occasions he
Is nice to me and others he is like what just happened. Thank goodness it's not worse though. I have to much to deal with when I'm with my uncle to have it worse at school.
Speaking of Austin being nice. The other day he gave me a pencil. Would it be weird to return it now? Whatever.. He already thinks I'm weird so what's giving him his pencil back going to do.
"Hey! Austin!" I yell across the school halls.
"What?" He says running up to me.
He didn't seem mad or in a bad mood either. This guy is so bipolar.
"Your pencil," I say hanging him his pencil.
"Thanks A" he says grabbing it from my hands and walking to his locker.
His locker is across from mine. Just in case you wanted to know that. (They didn't want to know that! Stupid self! Stupid! Stupid!)
A/N: Yo peoples!! Thank you for reading! Please vote and comment. If y'all like this story than I will continue soon (if not than I will continue in slomo)
Hope y'all like my first chapter! I have some great plans for this story.
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Lost Feelings
Fanfiction"Do you love me, or hate me?" Aria screamed through the halls, "I'm getting tired f these 'lost feelings!"
