Young Volcanos (EriAra)

Young Volcanoes (EriAra)

CHAPER TWO: ARADIA MEGIDO INTRODUCTION

"Fuck you, Goth Girl!" You heard Vriska Serket yell from behind. All you did was snicker, not even bothering to look back at your handiwork. You name is Aradia Megido... better known as 'Goth Girl'. You have had enough of Vriska Serket's bullshit once and for all, and finally mustered up the courage to punch her square in the face. There was absolutely no doubt in your mind that there had been a wicked bruise on her left cheek, but you didn't care. God, were you elated. Sure, your knuckles hurt pretty bad, but it was all worth it.

You flipped some of your long, red fringe bangs out of your face and ran home. You owned a car, but you saw no use for it, as you only lived a block away from school. You adjusted your black beanie so it hung off your head perfectly right, trudging around in your black combat boots. Sure, you wore a lot of black, but not all black. A red Blink 182 shirt dangled loosely from your torso, while skinny, grey pants tightly hugged your skinny but curvy figure.

You were happy with most of your life, even though it had gone to complete shit. Your dad walked out on you at a young age. Your mother... well, you didn't exactly know her very well. You met her a few times, but she was too mentally unstable to actually have custody over you. She had been in some mental hospital for as long ad you could remember. You have an older sister, too. Her name is Damara, but she lives in some apartment on her own, miles away. She lived in the city, probably working as a stripper or a hooker addicted to crack and marijuana, while you lived in the suburbs with your grandmother. She took care of you most of you life... in fact, she still does. Your long-time best friend was Sollux Captor. You loved him, and he loved you back just as much. Though, you didn't have much, you were happy.

When you arrived home, you caught a glimpse of the huge house across the street. Someone had moved in. Furniture was being packed into the manor-like home, furniture that looked pretty damn expensive. You saw a boy your age with a single purple streak in his slicked back brunette hair. He wasn't dressed too differently from you, actually. Although, his jeans were stripped with a royal blue and raven black. He was actually wearing the same shirt as you, but with a flannel shirt that was two shades of blue, one dark one light, which he wore as a cardigan. He adjusted his violet beanie and removed his earbuds the same time you did, looking up at you. You gave an awkward smile and headed into the house.

He wasn't that bad looking, actually. The hipster glasses, freckles, tight jeans, single violet streak, flannel cardigan, beanie, and that very same Blink 182 shirt that you were currently wearing. Who knows, maybe the two of you would get along quite well.