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Chapter 1


    It was the middle of the night and Aria woke up to find herself quite hung over. She couldn't remember what she'd done the last night, who she was with or what was said. All she could think of was a man. She didn't know whether this man was real or not, so she just guessed it was a dream, and went back to sleep...
    *BEEP!* *BEEP!* Aria's alarm shrieked as Aria grabbed the clock, struggling to find the off switch. She climbed out of bed, almost stepping on her cat, Skittle as she did. Skittle darted for the closet door and hid inside. Aria walked across her apartment in the basement of her parents' house, turned left and walked into the bathroom
    Aria didn't like the face she saw in the mirror, ever since that day, it's never been the same. Her hair was now a bleach blonde, her eyes, blue as the Atlantic ocean, were smeared with forgotten make-up. She looked older than her 15 years. As she took off her clothes, she could see the bruises, a few on her chest, one on her thigh, a giant purple bruise the size of a baseball on her ankle and even more all along her arms. She felt she couldn't hide it anymore, but knew she must.
    Aria slid off her bleach blonde wig and put it onto the manikin head she'd used for the last 3 months. She climbed over the shower edge and turned on the water, it was cold at first and made her jump, but soon the water warmed and she started to wash. Aria felt so weak, she kept thinking she would pass out. But thankfully, she didn't. Aria massaged her scalp carefully, as she didn't want any more bruises. She stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped loosely around her fragile body. She opened her closet, grabbed some underwear, a bra and a pair of ripped jeans. She got out a new white tank top, her light blue spaghetti strapped tank top and a pretty new grey jacket. She slipped on her clothes carefully, making sure she didn't bump anything.
    Aria grabbed her house keys and left, remembering the night before, she cringed as she realized she wasn't hung over at all. She was sick from the chemotherapy. She walked down the empty streets, on her way to Roosevelt High School in Seattle, Washington. As she passed a house, a boy, a year older stepped out of his beautiful house. She smiled at him. Jack was Aria's acquaintance, they used to be friends, until they both messed up so bad, Aria thought he'd hate her forever, and she hated him for a short while, but not anymore. She said not a word to Jack who continued to walk a few feet behind her. As she climbed up the stairs, she noticed Laura walking a bit farther ahead.
    "Laura!" Aria screamed, trying to get her attention.
    Laura turned around and smiled, "Hey Ar," She started to walk towards Aria. "You do this to me all of the time," She laughed.
    "Yeah, but it never gets old," Aria was laughing too.
    "You make me have a heart attack every time, too. It's like, you're shouting, Laura, I have cancer! Or Laura, somebody shot me!" Laura was laughing, she knew it was impossible that Aria would ever have cancer or get shot, she was too healthy to get cancer, and somebody shooting her was one in a million.
    They continued to walk and were soon seated in Home Economics. This was Aria's favorite class, not because it was easy, (which it was), but because she sat next to Josh. Josh was the richest, funniest and cutest guy in her whole school. The problem was that Aria already had a boyfriend, and he knew everything about her. But one...

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