Underneath the Demons Skin

Split personality?

For being one of very few to comment on my story. Thank you so much BEoriginal, it made my day when I read your comment on my story.

Hey guys I know it's been FOREVER... yeah I'm sorry about the wait.... it's just well... to tell the truth this chapter was planned all out in my head and then....poof it was gone like air... I cried when I realized all the time I had sat in my bed room coming up with twist and complex chapters. It was wasted because of me wasting time getting a manga stuck in my head. I'm so sorry people..I promise I'll never do something stupid like that again. I also wanted to add something. When I was trying to remember my plan for the story I reread the first and second chapter and realized they make no fudging sense to the rest of the plot so I'm going to work out those kinks but first onward with the chapter that I came up with. I swear to god I hope the idea comes back...because lately every single dream of mine has been BS like stupid beyond stupid. I don't think I'm going to post another story until I figure out this story again. So no worry... sorry about the long rant. I felt like I owed everyone an explanation. :)

~Enjoy.

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Underneath the Demons Skin

Split Personality?

Arianna's Point of View

My thoughts were working over time today, I couldn't stop thinking about Ryan. That was his name, I found out when the math teacher Mr. Graybell asked him to answer a question, I still have no clue where I know him from and why he lied to me, but I think it's important for some weird reason...probably something to deal with why I'm so sore today.

"Miss. Neana. Miss. Neana!" A distant feminen voice called out to me, I felt the darkness evaporate before my eyes. There I sat in language arts the teacher three feet in front of me. 

"Miss. Neana, it may have been different in America but-"

" It's Australia." I interrupted

"...So then are you telling me that in Australia they let you behave this way?" The language arts teacher asked, her beady bird eyes glaring at me, like I was a worm. 

"No it's just-" 

"Aha so they didn't allow you to fall in sleep in the class correct?" She asked interrupting me in mid sentence.

"Yes that's rig-" 

"So Miss. NEANA what makes you think you can get away with it in England? Do you think were lazy, gentle folk who go about eating and drinking tea all day?" The teachers voice was raising higher and higher in anger.

"Yes...No it's not like-"

"So you do think we eat and drink tea all day, relaxing in the sun?" The teacher challenged her eyes boring into me.

"No that's not-"

"Ah back talking...Is that allowed in Australia too?" The teacher interrupted me again.

"CAN ANYONE LET ME FINISH A FUCKING SENTENCE?" I yelled in aggravation.

Everyone in the room gasped, I rolled my eyes, seriously? It was a word, they acted like I had set fire to the church or something, do they honestly expect me to believe that not a single one of them had cursed....ever? 

"MISS. NEANA!!!!" The teacher yelled her face turning purple from anger. 

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH LADY! IN ENGLAND, LADIES DO NOT CURSE...EVER! YOU HEAR ME? STAND UP RIGHT NOW!" The teacher yelled her face swelling with anger.