1st day

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Chapter 1: 1st day

Aria's P.O.V



Beep, Beep, Beep! "Ugh" I groan shutting off my alarm. I force myself up and walk into my bathroom. Great I look like the walking dead. "Aria, you up yet?" "Yea mom!" "What do you want for breakfast?" "Pancakes!" "Ok!" I start doing my normal routine in the morning. I put on my purple dress, leather jacket and gray boots. I did my makeup and curled my hair. Taking one last look in the mirror I sighed. "Summers over time to go back to prison." Grabbing my brown bag, I headed downstairs following the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. I grabbed two off the giant stack. "Thanks, bye mom!" "Have a good day, Aria." I ate my breakfast quickly and walked outside and got into my car. As I park my car I see Hannah walking toward me. "Hey Han, love the black streak." "Thanks I got it last week." "What does your mom think?" She gave me a look and I just laughed. "That bad huh?" "She said I was turning Goth!" "Yea well, moms." We said in unison. Spencer and Emily walked up to us then. "Hey guys! Happy first day of school." Emily said sarcastically. We all groaned remembering where we were. "At least it's junior year." Spencer pointed out. We started up the steps. "Yeah, which means we have to work extra hard." "Em, your making my head hurt I don't want to think about this anymore." I put my fingers to my temples rubbing them slowly. We pushed open the front door and the smell of old wood and crushed spirits fill the air. "Well at least we have new students, that's a plus." "Not if none of them are cute." "Jeez Han everything isn't always about boys." "Well not everything is about school either Spencer." "Guys it's the first day of school can we not argue, I mean we just walked in the door." "Emily's right guys chill." "Fine." "Whatever." 'I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen.' "Who's singing?" Spencer asked. We shrugged and followed the sound of the melodic instruments.


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