*Aria -Adelaide Kane- ❤️*
Song of the Chapter: Back To You by Twin Forks
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• Rosalie Scott •
Wednesday ~ The day of the B&W party
"Hey!" I heard Aria yell, I looked back to see her reaching me. Her little backpack was swinging with her swift moves, "Where were you at recess? I looked everywhere for you,"
I bent down to unlock my bicycle, "Hi! Well, I was with my English teacher, he wanted to talk about my latest essay."
"Hmm, what is it about?" She raised both of her eyebrows. I slid my bike, and both of us started to walk toward the school gates.
"Criticizing a book. It was about a Woman in her middle 30s, who got tired of life and shit. So, she killed herself." I shrugged, "He said that my writing was dark, he asked weird questions," I chuckled, remembering what he had asked me.
Aria stopped moving, when I realized that, I stopped and turned to look at her, "What do you think of what she did?" She asked, her face was pale, colors drained out in a blink.
"Of what? Her committing suicide?" I asked, she nodded very slowly. "That's exactly what the teacher asked!" She didn't say anything, but stand there waiting for an answer, "Well, I think that what she went through was terrible, no one should go through it. She needed help, but she didn't find it. She just wanted the pain to stop." I said, sighing. "However, that doesn't justify taking her own life, that's weakness." I rolled my eyes. I grabbed my bike, ready to roll it again, but Aria was standing still. So I waited.
She gulped, "Good." She said quietly, before grinning widely, "come on, let's go!" She grabbed my arm and started to pull me and my bike towards the school gates.
"What? Where?" I asked, trying not to trip over something on the ground.
"To the hospital! We're going to see Mr. Scott!" She exclaimed, while I chuckled and rolled my eyes. She wanted to pay him a visit for weeks now, but I always postpone it because of work. I rolled my bike and followed her out .
***
"Are the flowers good? He's not allergic, is he? Oh my god, he's allergic, what have I done!" Aria yelled, and I laughed shoving her away from me.
"He's not allergic. If he was, I would've told you before you even got them." I told her, she nodded rapidly. I didn't think that she'd be this nervous, at school she seemed like she couldn't wait to go, but now she's falling back.
She placed the flowers between us in the back of the car, and started to play with her fingers. Thumbs attacking each other, other fingers linked together, "Aria, what is it?" I asked.
Before she could say anything, the Driver parked and said, "We're here,"
I glanced at Aria, waiting for an explanation, "I just– hate hospitals," she said, choosing her words carefully.
"If you don't want t–" She cut me off.
"No, no! I want to, silly," She added a soft laugh at the end. I smiled and nodded at her, I made an attempt in leaving the car but she held my wrist, "Rosalie," She called, I hummed a yes, "You've been great, you weren't nosy, you weren't repulsive... I know that you must think there's something wrong with me, -Let me finish!- I don't blame you," I closed my gaping mouth.
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