Chapter 1

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Chapter One

"What are you doing, you loser?!" Robin Smith echoed across the lunch room, pointing at Arianna Esthers who was sprawled on the floor with food tangled in her hair. "You p-pushed me down!" Arianna stuttered out. She started to push herself up off the floor, but she slipped on her spagetti sauce. The lunch room broke into laughter at their daily entertainment.

Arianna was totally humiliated, even if this did happen everyday. Just because her parents were rich didn't mean that anybody liked her. She wore huge glasses, caramel colored hair, and dull green eyes.

She sighed as she made her way out of the lunch room and ate what remained of her lunch. She made it through classes the rest of the day pretty much getting the same abuse.

Later that day, she was walking home from school she heard foot steps behind her. Her mind started racing at the possibilities of what could happen. She tried to quicken without whoever was behind her noticing. Just as she thought the foot steps where also picking up speed, she yanked around and came face to face with an old woman carrying a purse that jingled. She let out a gasp and jumped back. The older woman hit her upside he shoulder. The purse jingled. "Ouch," Arianna exclaimed. "What did you do that for?!" The old woman hobbled away mumbling, "Kids these days!"

Arianna chuckled to herself. Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind. She was about to let out a ear peircing scream when a strong warm hand slipped over her mouth strangling any plea for help. Before she knew it s bag was over her head, and she was in a car when she could feel the seatbelt put around her waist and buckled, she felt the bag being lifted off of her head.

She turned around frantically trying to find the person responsible for this. She saw who she never thought she would she in the driver seat.

"What are you doing here Kyle?" She questioned. Was this all a big joke?

Kyle slashed a pearly white smirk and said, "I'm going to kill you."

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