This is it. The day I've been waiting for all my life, the last day of High School... Ever.
My names Aria and I'm 18. I'm 5'6. Long, dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes, I'm quite petite, and athletic. Sports is my thing, especially soccer. I've been playing soccer since at least the age of 10. I am from New York but moved to LA when I was 12. School is finally going to be over, making me the happiest girl alive.
"Aria, get your ass up !" I heard my older brother yell from downstairs. "Fuck off !" I groan and cover my head with my pillow. "Watch your language !" My mom stared at me as she walked by my room. I sit up, throwing my pillow on the floor and pulling my blankets off of me. "Hey, at least it's the last day of school. Right, Aria ? Eh ?" I mumble to myself as I stand up, trying to give myself a little motivation. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is seeing that kid Harry. He's quite dark and I've never seen anyone like him. I don't see how his family puts up with him. I just noticed what my room looked like. It's mostly clothes scattered everywhere and it looked like a complete mess. I gathered the clothes on the floor and threw them in the clothes hamper I had sitting in the corner of my room. I completely ignored the fact that my brother is cooking breakfast and just got ready for school. My brother is cooking breakfast. Weird, right ? He isn't the best cook in the world, I might add. I changed into a blue, see through shirt with a black tank top under it, along with black skinny jeans and boots. I left my hair down and put on makeup, just the basics like eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, and lipgloss. I don't really need foundation or coverup. My skin is awfully smooth with no acne. I'm actually surprised. I take a look at myself one more time in my body-length mirror. I smile at myself in the mirror, pleased with how I look. I grab my car keys and backpack from my desktop and headed downstairs. My desktop is quite large. "Not eating ?" My brother looks at me from the kitchen as I open the front door. "No, just anxious to go to school. Did I ever tell you that you are a terrible cook ?" I look at him before stepping out of the house. "No." He Turns the sink on and washes his hands. "Well, now you know. Bye mom and dad !" I shout through the house before closing the door behind me. I hop into my car, putting the key in the ignition. I saw someone from the corner of my eye, walking down the street. I slowly look over and noticed it was Harry walking my way. Did I mention, he has so many tattoos it's ridiculous. I quickly turn my car on and drive away, not daring to look at him.
I pull into the school parking lot, spotting an open space. I quickly drove over to where the free spot was at before anyone else could take it. Luckily, it's mine. I step out of the car, greeted by the one and only, Kaydence. She has been my friend ever since I've moved to LA and she made moving here worthwhile. I call her Kay for short, though. "So, are you excited about graduation ?" She smiles as I lock my car doors. "Of course ! No more high school for us." I look over to see Harry standing next to the main doors. "Ah, shit." I mumble under my breath and Kay looks at me. "What ?" She gives me a questioning look so I point to the boy with curly hair standing next to the main doors. Also, have I mentioned before that the skinny jeans he wears are skin tight. If I ever wore skinny jeans like that, I would lose circulation from the waist down. "Oh, him. Just go around him or something." Kay nods as we get closer. I put my head down as I walked by, doing what everyone else is doing... avoiding any contact with him. "Ah, we've made it !" I sigh of relief as we walk into the building. "See you next set !" Kay waves as she makes her way to her first class. I giggle as I start making my way to first set. "Well, good morning, Aria." My teacher smiles as I walk into the classroom. "Good morning, Mrs. Price." I smile as I take my usual seat in the back. "Since today is the last day of school, very last for some of you, I don't have any work to give you. You get a free day to do whatever you like. Lucky you !" The teacher sits at her desk as everyone cheers.
The bell rings and I quickly stand up, making my way out of the classroom. I spot Kay and wave my arm, "Kay !" She turns her head towards me and smiles, starting to make her way over to me through the crowd of people. "Why have classes if we don't have any work to do ?" I sigh as we walk up the stairs. "I don't know. Why are you asking me ?" Kay shrugs and looks at me.
Kay and I have the same class together right now. We walk into the classroom as everyone stares at us. "Uhm, okay." I take a seat in the back, Kay next to me. "Okay, everyone. Turn around." The teacher breaks the silence that was in the room. "You've all got work." The teacher grabs a pile of paper as everyone starts to complain. "I'm kidding !" She throws the paper, laughing. "Ha ha. So fucking funny." I whisper in Kay's ear, a little annoyed. "Do whatever you'd like. I don't care." The teacher takes her phone out and sits down in her chair. "So, are your parents throwing you a graduation party ?" Kay turns to face me. "I don't know and honestly don't care." I face Kay, not caring about anything right now. 20 minutes later the bell rings, causing everyone to rush out of the room. Kay and I were one of the last ones out of the room like always. As we're walking through the halls, I bump into someone, sending me to the ground. "Ah, shit. I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I look up to see who it is. My eyes widen and I quickly look away and up at Kay, needing help. "Clearly." He growled in that deep British accent of his.
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