Different

Chapter 1

You know how in high school there are  different groups? There's the Emos, players, jocks or popular people, the freaks, the school sluts I dare say? Everyone has a group.... But me. I guess that explains why I think more than usual.  Too much in fact. I've been on my own pretty much for as long as I can remember. Home wasn't really home. Everyone has an actual family but again... Not me. Normal high school kids go home and their parents ask about their day. Mine don't notice I'm there. They'll yell about anything. Doesn't matter what it is. I'm pretty much a live in ghost, who supplies alot. It's like being in a room full of people but you feel alone. Your surrounded but feel as though absolutely no one is there.

We've just recently moved to Woonsocket in the state of Rhode Island it's the smallest state in the United States but most people have no idea it exists. It's also one of the trashiest places to live, depending on the area.
There isn't much to really do and I spend most of my time at my aunt's. My mom hates me, resents me even. She kicks me out seemingly whenever the opportunity arises. I'm not sure why, I just accept it, not that I have a choice. I'm a strange person I guess u could say. I have light blue eyes and electric blue hair but my natural color is a light brown. I have what my aunt likes to call a mask of freckles tho they only go across my nose.  Normal teen girl right? No. Remember how I said I don't fit in any group? I don't fit in any group cuz I have a little of everything. I can't really say I have friends. I'm chill but that invites a lot of curious and fake people I don't want to associate with. My parents got tired of looking at me and wanted to move closer to my aunt. Which is a plus for me I guess. It's a new start. New beginning. However not a completely new life, close enough. I should mention when I'm not at my aunt's or working at J's deli I'm usually always at some kind of body of water. It's like my therapy. I love the feel of it soft like silk, shapeless, formless, and peaceful, and underneath can be a whole different perspective.

I stand dusting my butt off with my right hand to get the sand off and head to my white jeep. I got kicked out two days go and crashed at Aunt Marie's. It's not  a shocker though. At least here I know I have somewhere I can go. Back in New York I kinda just sat on the streets or at parks and fell asleep where ever. Not the most comfortable bed but you take what u can get and just be thankful you got it.

I pulled up into the driveway and got out of the car heading to the house watching my feet as I twirled my keys in my hand. I get to the door and realize it's cracked open a bit. My aunt doesn't like the door open, especially because my cousin, Jake, likes to run outside. I put my house key between my knuckles it's the best defense I have right now. I slowly push the door open and creep in slowly and quietly if someone's here I don't want my presence to be known. I turn to look into the kitchen, nothing, no one is there. I start toward the living room when I heard the floor boards Creek stopping me in my tracks. It takes me a moment to realize a presence behind me. I can see their shadow from the sun coming through the open front door. I don't think they've realized I know they're there. In one quick motion I picked my foot up balancing on the other balling my hands into fists to help me concentrate and prepare for anything  before I extend my leg back catching the intruder in the chest knocking whatever breath their lungs had out. They flew backward with a pained noise. I rushed over to the intruder to find it was just my uncle-in-law. " Sorry Bryan! I thought you were and intruder the door was open." I apologise as I offer my hand to help him up. He grabs my hand saying "no worries".  "Nice kick!" He says, holding his hand up for a high five. I let out a small giggle and high five him. He's a pretty cool guy.
"Ready for your first day at school kiddo?" My aunt says walking up with her big ol preggo belly basket in hand. " You shouldn't be lifting heavy things! And yes, I guess." I say taking the basket from her.  "Good, I made your favorite, lasagna for dinner."  I smile and say thanks. I feel guilty I'm an extra stress to her and she's a kind person. I should mention I'm a very emotional person. So the thought of her kindness and me being a burden makes me want to cry. " Thank you, for everything. I know you don't owe me anything and don't have to take me under your wing but I really appreciate it." I say. She doesn't really say anything just hugs me and I hug her back. She's like and older sister to me even though she's my aunt. "Group hug!"  Bryan yells joining in. I love them both and I'm glad their happy. Aunt Marie pulls me back and hold me at arm's length. I can see a tear stream down her face but she's smiling. "These damn hormones." She said, she chuckling and I chuckle with her. " Go eat Aria. You'll want a good night's sleep before school in the morning." I nod. After I eat I head to my room for clothes to take a shower.

I brush my hair before I get in to the hot water to wash off. I don't really like cold water. I use my maui conditioner and TRESemme shampoo and wash it out. I finish cleaning up and grab my towel from the hook on the wall I put my black leggings and a red tank top on over my under clothes and head to my room. I open the door to find Bryan on my bed with a box. It was medium sized. "Hey kid, got u something for your birthday. I thought you might want it now. Don't worry about the cost, its a gift."  "Thanks Bryan, you didn't have to. You and Aunt Marie have provided a roof over my head and welcomed me with open arms and that's all I can ask for." I say hugging him. " So many people are going to try and take advantage of your kindness at school so be careful with who your friends with. I'm gonna leave so you can get some sleep and enjoy your present." " Goodnight." I say and he nods and makes his way to my door closing it softly behind him. I open the box to find a Nixon digital back camera 📷. I've told them how much I love photography. I put the camera gently in the box and lay down over the covers and fall asleep.