Fragrance Of Kisses

Ready To Meet Him!

I felt my body sway to the right, as if I was about to tilt off a cliff, but then it moved to the left, I felt secure but for some reason, as if a gust of wind passed by, my body was lunged back to the right, falling off that cliff, I landed on my wooden, bedroom floor with a huge thud.

“Mom, Ariel fell off the bed again!” I instinctively heard my older brother yell down the stairs, echoing in my ears.

“Ugh...” I groaned as I used my hands to push myself up, stretching my muscles, I looked at the tall mirror which stood gracefully at the end of my room, reflecting the horrific looking monster that was Ariel Taylor.

Rubbing my eyes I went to look at my watch, nonchalantly I read the time; 8:00am, preparing myself to flop back on the bed, before I gave my watch another glance. “Shit! It’s 8:00am!? Why did no one wake me up?” I panicked, throwing myself across the room as I scavenged for the pieces of items that made up my school uniform.  

I’m going to be late; I’m going to be late!

Unwrapping the ‘Go!’ breakfast bar, my mother had probably placed on my desk, I stuffed my mouth as I took a brush and tied up my waist length, pitch black hair, tying it up into a high pony tail, letting my side fringe hang lose across my face, covering my left amethyst eye, after placing some eyeliner on my bottom eyelid, I threw myself out the bedroom door, down the stairs and through the front door.

By this time, I was pretty much determined to get to school on time, and the only thing holding me back was the bus. My chance, or maybe by pure luck (either worked) my bus had just made it there and I managed to safely land and take a seat. Looking at the time, it was only 8:20am and I was sure I was going to make it. After all, nothing was going to make me miss the introduction of the new boy coming to my class today.

“I’m in!” I exclaimed as I open the class room door with a bang. I stood there for a while, gasping for oxygen. “Good morning!”

“Good morning to you too,” I tilted my head slightly in order to see where the voice had come from; it was Emily, my one girl friend, Emily Tamworth. “Oi, don’t tilt your head as if I’m that short!” She kicked me in the back of my knee, causing me to jerk slightly.

Damn it, why was she so violent?  

“S-Sorry,” I whimpered trying my best not to break down there and then. Emily was always too strong, especially for her petite and fragile looking body. Talk about looking like an Angel but really being a Devil. I watched with tear filled eyes as her white teeth gleamed as her lips turned into a smirk, reaching her bright blue eyes which seemed too cliché along with her golden longs, which waved perfectly down to her hip.

By the time my knee went numb and we had both gotten to our seats, we were arranged with a table for one boy and one girl, we were the only class room without a table that could fit more than two people. After all, my teacher loved to be different, along with romantic. I, being me, was alone however, I was the extra girl in the girls and therefore was left with a table to myself, but that al changes today because we are getting a new boy, and I am surely going to befriend him. As cheesy as that sounds, it was the truth.

“Okay you bunch of brats, I know you’re all excited about the new student, but sadly he won’t be in our class.” Miss Glad stated with a sorrowful expression. My heart sank along with the several sighs of disappointment coming from the rest of the class.

I even came earlier than usual today! Ugh.

“Just kidding! I fooled you, didn’t I.” Miss Glad broke out in laughter as nearly half the class blushed in embarrassment. The thought of killing her right then and there ran through my mind, but I controlled my anger. I should be used to this by now; after all she’s been doing the same meaningless pranks for the past four years already. Why were we stuck with a tutor like her!?