Chapter One; Aryanna

     It was a usual Monday for Ary at lunch. She gathered her sloppily made sandwich from her locker and sat down at her usual bench. It was her bench. Nobody else dared to touch it. Not because Aryanna was a violent person, she was the complete opposite of that, actually. They hated her. Everyone did. It was all because of the two little slits that had been planted on each of her wrists. All she wanted to do was try it. The scars were there forever, now, having no way to erase the evidence. It was a cry for attention, she wanted friends and maybe if she'd done what she did, someone...anyone would approach her and express their support. But no one ever did. She never had friends before it, either. Ary was usually quiet and very shy, her facial features had given enough words to show she had no ambition to make friends. But that's not what she wanted. She wanted those friends. She will never have that chance to gain likes from his school, she was a nobody.

Ary eats her nasty sandwich, soon revolted by the flavor. She had never taken time in the morning to make acceptable food, most of the lunch meat and cheese was rotten, and there was never anything to snack on. Her mom had always been working and never had time to go out and shop for food. And when she was home, she was sleeping in her room. Ary had barely even known what she looked like in person. Her father, he always had time to go out and grocery shop for the family. But, he chose not to, his alcohol addiction left him a vegetable when he was sober. Charlie Claibourne never laid a finger on Ary, drunk or sober. Maybe, that was better for everybody. 

"Okay, who has the biggest tits?" Ary heard Patrick Fitzgerald ask. She didn't want to hear the rest, but it was too late, her eavesdropping left her a tad curious and it was impossible to get away from his voice.

"Ary has pretty big b***s..." Dominick Edwards pointed out. His statement was followed by a couple of ews, and a couple of agreements. She knew what this would lead to, she could hear it and feel it. They got up from their table and approached her.

"Hey, retard. Why are you sitting alone...?"

"Don't you have any friends, you loner?

"Why the hell are you so ugly?"

"No wonder why you don't have any f*****g friends!"

She just listens and stays quiet. These comments were normal and heard almost everyday by everyone. She may have looked like she was okay with it and it had no effect on her, but thin beneath her skin, itching its way out of her, she wanted to scream and cry. She was strong, and held it in.

"Can you guys shut up?" An unfamiliar voice comes through. "Do you have anything better to do than being dicks? Anything at all?" 

Patrick approaches the new male. "Ahaaaaaa, f**k off." He shrugs him off then calls his crew to walk away.

"Thanks." Ary says, barely audible.

"Anytime." Thinking he'll leave with those last words, he doesn't. He stands there, looking at Ary. Examining every inch of her. She certainly wasn't an ugly girl. "Aren't you going to ask me to sit down?" 

She can feel her skin blush to a fiery red. Never, has that question been asked before. "Um..." She pauses. He widens his eyes, awaiting her answer. "Sure...go ahead." A smile forms her lips, the first time in a long time. 

He takes the seat across from her, and stares awkwardly into her big aqua colored eyes. She doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do. She turns her head down to her food that is barely edible. 

"So, where did you move from?" He asks.

She is confused by the question and squints her eyes. "Ummm...I've...always lived here." It wasn't said rudely. 

"Oh...I just...figured since you were alone that...-" She interrupts him.

"I'm always alone." 

At this point, Ary thinks he will then get up and be on his way. But, he doesn't. He still sits there. 

"I'm Paul." He extends his hand out. She looks at it for a couple of seconds and welcomes him for shaking.

"Aryanna."

"Pleasure to meet you, Aryanna." Paul smiles warmly at her and she does in return.

"Same to you....Paul." She can feel everybody's eyes on the two of them. And even the hateful comments. Who would EVER want to shake hands with that freak? She is surprised she has made a new friend, but knows their friendship will not last long.

"What do you have after lunch?" He questions.

"Um...Spanish 3." Ary replies.

"Me too. Think you could show me where the room is at?" Hopefulness takes over his eyes.

She just smiles and nods. The rest of the lunch period, she continues to make conversation with Paul. Even she participates in starting the new topics. He's in all of her classes for the rest of the day, much to her...and his excitement. 

Ary goes home that night, with a smile on her face for the first time, ever. 

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[Taylor Ann]

Happiness abound! I'm so glad you brought writing back up, because reading this, you definitely have the talent for it! I can't wait to read what happens next, so don't keep me waiting. ;)