We Are Young

1. Our Family

Well hello there to my little story of my wonderful group of friends.

Quick notification: we are literally the teens that your parents told you to stay away from.

We are hated by almost everyone in our neighborhood. But what do you expect from a group like ours?

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Screeching? No. Beeping? The sound filled my room, echoing off the walls, waking my small amount of sleep. The sound was coming from the horrible dream killer, the alarm clock. I rolled out of bed accidentally falling onto the floor.

I don't really know how to function at five in the morning, but I don't know anyone that really could.

After getting off the floor, I searched around the wall for the light switch. When I finally found it, I turned it on, causing the room to flood with light.

Now that I was able to see I quickly looked around for my outfit of the day. A simple outfit really. A pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a mint green peplum shirt, and my matching converse.

After looking in the mirror for a couple of seconds I walked into the bathroom to begin my hair. I swiftly curled my red hair, making sure not to burn myself like I did the other day. After suffocating myself with hairspray, I applied my normal makeup. 

I was halfway through my right eye's wing when I heard my name get called from outside the door. Most likely my brother telling me that he needed the bathroom. I opened the door and to my surprise, it was my dad.

"Ariel sweetie, your brother needs the bathroom and you've been in here for about two hours now," he uttered.

"I'm almost done, daddy. Give me like ten minutes, the max," I replied with my puppy eyes.

He left after saying fine and returned to the down stairs living room.

I left soon after, jumping into my silver beetle convertible and driving off to school.

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It was the sixth period, and you know what that means. Lunch time with my crew.

As usual, I was the last to arrive at the table, and I was greeted by two smiling faces. Tilly and Neveah, my beautiful friends.

They were both sitting talking loudly, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw Tilly wearing the Harley Quinn shirt I got her for her recent birthday.

"Good morning hoes," I sang sweetly to them.

"Ahaha sup biatch," Tilly responded leaving Nevaeh with an agape mouth.

"Guys! You know we are in school right?!" She replied to Tilly's greeting.

"Oh calm your sh-" I began.

"Now why you gotta be like that?" Ash interrupted coming up from behind Tilly.

"Shit," I finished finally sitting down along with Gabe, who finally showed up.

As he took his books out Gabe sarcastically said, "Ash aren't you just being the nicest by interrupting those who speak."

"What time period are you from?" Ash retorted.

Innocently, Gabe responded, "This one." I think everyone mentally faced palmed at this point.

Ash, as the little asshat he is, gave Gabe a pretty disappointed look and replied, "Are you sure? Not anything like the eighteen hundreds?"

"No, now shut up and eat," Tilly voiced from across the table.

The rest of lunch went by with simple conversation on how school was going so far and what were the plans for after school today. We all decided it was a good day to just go to our little place to just hang.

The culdesac.

We hung out there constantly, and it was just our place.

The bell was rung and we all dispersed into the large crowd of students trying to leave the cafeteria.

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I walked down what seemed like a mile-long hallway to math, junior pre-calculus really. It wasn't long in the sense of length, but just my mind was expanding the hallway to make it seem like it would take longer to get to that class. If that makes any sense. I didn't want to be in that class right now because there was someone there I truly didn't want to see at the moment.

Rose.

I hated her. She hated me. It was a win-win situation. To be completely honest I believe her parents named her Rose because they knew she was going to thorn in someone's freaking side.

However, there was a time when I didn't hate her, and she didn't hate me. We actually had this cute thing we called each other.

Best friend.

That's right, I and Rose were once best friends, shocking I know.