^Aria says hi~!
**Not Edited (Please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. ;A;)**
"I’m like air. Nonexistent. It’s like I’m not even there."
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♀ Aria POV ♀
“Hey, mom.”
“Mmhm?”
“I didn’t fail my math test.”
“Mmhm.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Mmhm.”
“I want cheerios.”
“Mmhm.”
“I blew up Mars.”
“Mmhm.”
“I’m married to an Arab prince and he made me the monarch to all Alpacas in the world.”
“Mmhm, that’s great sweetie,” Came the reply from over the phone.
“What does dad say about that?”
“He says that’s great.”
I frowned, shutting the phone and tip-toeing to look through the large windows where my mom and dad were working- yet again burying themselves in work.
Okay, I get so maybe I came out as a disappointment, as well as a mistake. So what if I was born as a girl and not a boy; is there like some unspoken law that only guys can become heir’s or something? Does having a ding-a-ling make you a better CEO or something?
And okay, maybe I’m getting barely passing scores in every class, but just because your parents are smart doesn’t mean you are! Math is hard! So is science! And language arts! And physical education! And just about every other class but lunch and brunch! (yes, lunch and brunch is a class. I have to be good at something. Don’t rain on my happy, awesome parade. Be jealous.)
“Miss Aria?”
“I am totally not spying!” I yelped, turning around and facing the butler. “I’m… Doing jumping jacks! And a one, and a two and a one two thr- ow, ow, okay, my leg, ow.”
“Miss Aria, I was going to warn you about the table,” The butler said patiently, staring at me.
“Why is there a table here anyways?!” I cried, glaring at the table.
“You wanted it for your unicorn collection?”
“Huh. How did I even get Mom and Dad to buy this?”
“If I remember correctly, they shoved a credit card at you.”
“…Ah, money,” I smiled wrily, cocking my head. “And why are you here?”
“I’m here to get you ready for the ball.”
“What ball?”
“The one your parents are hosting?”
“What hosting?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No?”
“Miss Aria, you have a tell.”
“Huh? What tell?”
“When you lie you answer everything with a question.”
“What are you talking about?” I laughed hysterically, backing away slowly to the back doors. “Me? Lie? What makes you think I would lie? Why wouldn’t I want to go to a big fancy ball and stand there like a stiff mannequin that people don’t look at because you’re plain? I love going to balls, I live for them, don’t you think they’re fantastic? I love them more than I love… Alpacas.”
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