Kalaria

Quin

All of my family is buzzing about the clip on the news yesterday. It went viral. There have been video experts saying that the video is not faked. Everybody's trying to figure out what is going on. My brother thinks it's mutants. My sister says it's aliens. My dad says it's an incredibly destructive advance in technology. I don't know what to think. Right now I don't really care.
I glance at the clock again. 9:57am.
Aria was supposed to be here at 9. Then I hear a key turning in the door.
"Sorry, I'm late," she says rushing in, panting. I smile.

Aria and I have been best friends since we were two, when our dads became friends. We've been inseparable ever since.
She's the most beautiful (and shortest, she's not even 5 feet) girl I've ever met, with her long black hair and sparkling teal eyes. If you look closely enough, you can see that there are tiny silver bits in them too.
She's amazing. She knows exactly what to say. Always going out of her way to help others, especially children, and making them smile.
Her smile's pretty great too, and so is her laugh. When she laughs you feel like the whole world stops to listen. Lately, I've realized I love her as something a bit more than a friend.
I love everything about her, even her sass, her big appetite, her teasing and her extremely short temper.

"Hello?" She asks, waving her hands in front of my face. "Earth to Quin, are you there?"
"Yeah," I say, blushing. She giggles, and then collapses on the couch beside me. "Ugh, my mom was so mad at me for kicking Michael." She groans.
She can be very feisty sometimes, especially when someone's being rude to her or her friends, or when she's grumpy, tired or hungry.
"It's okay, he deserved it," I say.
"Mhm," she says, her face buried in a pillow.

Suddenly, Sally realizes that Aria's here. Everybody loves Aria, especially Sally. "Oof," Aria says laughing, as Sally jumps up on her and starts licking her.
"Yeah I missed you too Sally," she says grinning. I smile at her while searching for the remote. I finally find it deep in the couch cushions, I wave it at her. "Harry Potter marathon or Tom and Jerry?" They're her favourite.
"Harry Potter. I'll get the popcorn," she says, grinning wildly.

As we finish the popcorn during The Chamber of Secrets, I ask, "So what did you think of that weird clip on TV today?" She doesn't respond and when I look over she's stopped devouring her popcorn and is fiddling with her sleeve. "You okay?" I ask.
"Huh?"  She replies.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," That's strange I think. It's like she's hiding something from me. She never does that. What's different this time?
"I'm hungry!" She suddenly exclaims. "Let's make a cake!"
"A cake?! We haven't had any lunch yet!" I say, exasperated.
"You need to eat healthier, Aria. You never eat your vegetables!"

She sticks her tongue out at me.
"You sound like my dad! And who are you to judge Mr.Nutella Monster?" She says laughing. I grin at her wickedly. "You're going to regret that," I say as I whip a pillow at her. She shrieks and ducks out of the way. She laughs.
"You're on, Chicken Legs."