Bald And Badass With A Bucket List

Chapter 1

Beginnings are easy. Like a clean slate. Beginnings give you an infinite amount of choices to do whatever you please. But once the beginning is over, the middle arrives and with it, the problem. Normally, the ending wraps up everything in a neat little bow for the reader, so they can close the book feeling satisfied. However, endings are always the hardest to write because the writer has to say goodbye to the people in the story. This is the life story of Aria Coleman and let's just say, even though it's short... It's one hell of a story.

As I said, beginnings are easy, so that's where I'll start. It was the second day of junior kindergarten and Devon Pierce had a yogurt tube; like you know those little plastic packages that you cut the tops off and then squeeze all the yogurt out? Yeah, well Devon thought it would be a good idea to take his strawberry yogurt tube and squirt it up into the air.

"It's a volcano!" He screamed, with this huge, arrogant grin plastered across his face. No damage was done except to the other student's lunch boxes, now covered with the pink goop and the girl who sat beside Devon. Her bright green eyes watered as she slowly touched the large amount of yogurt that by chance landed in her hair. Everyone laughed at her as the yogurt slowly started leaking down the side of her face, just shy of her right eye. The teacher, Miss Ryker, grabbed a handful of paper towels and started to dab at the mess.

"Would anyone like to take Aria to the washroom to help her get cleaned up?" Miss Ryker said in that stereotypical, cheery 'I'm talking to a little kid' voice. Only a few kids raised their hands, myself included. The teacher told Aria she could choose and those big, green eyes locked with mine.

"Him." She pointed at me. I stood up and walked over to her, only to notice Miss Ryker's concerned face.

"Are you sure?" She looked at Aria and then at me, then back to Aria again. "Maybe you would prefer another girl." She trailed, looking around the room, searching for another student matching Aria's gender.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Aria grabbed my hand, her's a little sticky due to the drying yogurt, and pulled me out into the hall. She let go of my hand as soon as we walked into the hall.

"Are we gonna go into the girl's bathroom?" I asked, praying that the answer would be no. What a great way to start my school career, going into the girl's bathroom. I closed my eyes, just thinking of the rumours that would start and almost walk into the water fountain that protruded from the wall.

"Do you wanna?" She asks. Somehow, she has gotten ahead of me and she turns to look at me. Another drip of yogurt has made her way down the centre of her face and it kind of smears to the left of her nose.

"Not really," I found myself staring at my new light up Hot Wheelz shoes.

"Okay cool," Aria smirked. "I've always wanted to know if a urinal cake has icing." She pulled me into the boys' bathroom where I took those shitty, brown paper towels and made a bigger mess than it was. We ended up sticking Aria's head under the tap, and with a lot of the bubblegum pink soap from the dispenser, washed away all the yogurt out of her hair. We went back to class half an hour later, both soaking wet. Miss Ryker sent us both home. What she didn't know, this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

This friendship still continues to this day. Over the years we've faced a series of hard times, but there has been more good experiences than bad. Ever since that infamous day of junior kindergarten, Aria Coleman remained a beautiful mystery to me. She purposely got detentions from the librarian so she could sit in the library and read at recess. In the 2nd grade she brought in her big ass Irish Wolfhound named Frog, who at the time was taller than her, for Show-And-Tell, and in the 5th grade she sang a song she wrote herself at the school talent show. Finally, Aria was the lead in our 8th grade school musical, Alice In Wonderland.

Being her best friend, I joined her in most of these activities. I would piss off the librarian so she wouldn't be alone. I finished many books during those recesses. In the 3rd grade, I managed to persuade my parents into buying the house right beside the Coleman's. A hole in our fence created a perfect doorway for Frog to lope around in both our yards and once when I was 10, he walked right in trough the back door and ate my peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich right out of my hand. That, I was returned 2 days later in a pile in my backyard. In our 5th grade talent show I drummed in the background while the music teacher, Mr. Kirk, played guitar. We had to move from Christopher Jenks Elementary School to Jackie Wind Middle School for the 7th grade. Finally, what's Alice In Wonderland without the quirkiness of the Mad Hatter? Not to brag or anything, but I was totally better than Johnny Depp.

It's never just been "Noah" or "Aria". It has always been "Noah and Aria" or "Aria and Noah" and neither of us have ever minded. We also have a snap streak of over a year (I accidentally broke our old one because I accidentally opened her snapchat and then started watching the abc "Harry Potter" marathon and forgot to respond) and are Snapchat best friends. Yeah, I'll admit, we're pretty basic. Aria went through the Ugg phase along with everybody else, I will gladly drink a Pumpkin Spice Latte whenever the leaves start to change colour and let's be honest, everyone has dabbed at least once in their life time. For Aria and I, we've done it more than we can count.

Finally, I'm also quite proud of Aria's contact name. Inspired by the first time we met, "Yogurt Head" with three tongue emojis pops up on my phone whenever she texts me.

I would be the moon and she would be the sun. She brightens everyone's day while my true form is only shown some of the time. There's this saying, that the moon loves the sun so much it dies everyday to let the sun live. Aria Coleman is my sun, although she doesn't know it.

Well, that's the beginning for you. Now, here's the shitty roller coaster ride called the rest of the story.