The Introvert

Chapter One : Welcome To Briar-Wood!! Not....

January 4th, 2015 - possibly the worst day of my life. As I sit in my mother's SUV waiting for the moving guys to get here, I look around and think how much I'll detest living here. 

Khloe, my  two year old sister, hits the back of my seat with her sippy cup as she sings "Let It Go" loudly. As adorable as she may be, I would give anything to have her in a mussle right now, and the writer of "Let It Go" murdered. 

Scarlet, my pre-teen sibling, was air-drumming with earbuds in her ears, and she mouthed the words to "Steal My Girl" by One Direction. At least she mouthed the words. My mother sat beside me, and was oblivious to everything around her. 

Five minutes later, a vast, white moving truck pulled behind us and a short chubby man hopped out. He had a bald spot in the middle of his head, and a curly mustache lived on top of his lip. It seemed that the hair that was missing from his head was on his face. 

"Finally!!! It took you long enough!", my mother exclaimed. She opened the trunk and began pulling out our luggage. It took 3 hours for everything to be moved into the quaint house. 

I walked up the brown spiral staircase with my things, and found a room at the end of the hall. It had an oval door, unlike the others, and there was a bay window. I sat my boxes down on the queen sized bed, and opened the closet door. 

The closet was a good size but it had a small door in the corner of it. I opened the miniature door and it led to the other room; consequently my heart dropped. That meant Khloe could crawl her way into my room, if she had the room next door. 

Scar leaned against my doorframe, and  twirled her dyed red hair around her finger, " Nice room. Lucky you got here first, otherwise I'd have it." she smirked as she stalked away.  I poked my tongue out at her. Stupid 14 year old. 

"Ariella!! Scarlet!!! Come down to eat!!" my mother shrieked up the stairs. I heard small stomps that belonged to Khloe as she walked into my room. "Come eat, Ari!!" she shouted. She had decided that today she was a princess, so naturally she wore a tiara, a tutu, and held a "magical wand". A short, curly headed blonde with big brown eyes; this kid could get anything she wanted. 

I crouched down to her height, "I'll be down in a minute, but Scar says she won't be coming down for a while. You better go get her!" I told her. Her eyes got even bigger, and she turned to run/skip down to Scar's room. "Sarrrr!!! Ou got taeat!!" I heard Khloe yell at her. 

A groan followed that and a door slam as Scar was pushed down the hall by small Klhoe who giggled. I snickered. That always worked. 

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"Ain't it fun? Living in the real world, ain't it good? Being on your own?"  my phone sang waking me up. I did the puzzle in order to shut off the alarm, and sat up in bed. I loathe school. I really do. 

I got a shower, despite Scar's protests that she be the first to take one, and then dried my hair and went to change. I picked out dark blue jeans, black vans, and a shirt that said I Don't Do Mondays with my black and grey leather jacket over it.

My dirty blonde hair fell in slight curls down my back, and I pushed black studs in my ears. For makeup I drew black lines over the tops of my eyelids, and brushed on some mascara. I looked in the mirror at my short self. Good enough. 

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where a breakfast bar and orange juice sat with my name by them. My mom was notorious for name tags since she had three girls and "we were hard to keep track of".  I scoff at my thought but she doesn't move her thumbs from her phone.