favorite girl - arya

[lucian d. flint]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

lucian was sure the professor had noticed by now. but he was there clear as day babbling on and on about history. as if he hadn't been able to pay attention at hogwarts but now at the university too. he was in dragon studies which clearly meant learning every single little thing that they had done over the course of forever. his face was on his hand and he was clearly trying very hard to stay awake though failing miserably. not to mention he had already slapped himself in the face at least twice. why oh why have a class so early in the morning? no class should be allowed before at least 11 am let alone a history class! "mr. flint!" luke's head snapped up at the mention of his last name. the professor raised an eyebrow clearly not amused at luke's increble ability at falling asleep in his class. he quickly uttered an apology and the professor got back to blabbing on and on. this time around however luke tried his very hardest to keep his eyes open, he didn't want a detention rolling his way any time soon. he sighed softly as the professor continued to ramble about the medieval times and how there were actually dragons but how later on a wizard thought it would be best for them to be taken away from the view of muggles since it was too dangerous. luke was barely getting the information into his mind let alone being able to write it down. suddenly the words dismissed were heard and luke was the first person out that door. he shook his hair slightly and stuffed his hands into his pockets after throwing his book bag on his back. he liked being in the university, it was relaxing plus it gave him an excuse to put off his future for some time and that always made luke happy.

where to go? luke distantly heard his stomach start to rumble for food. he shook his head. he had rushed to his class this morning as fast as he could and had completely forgotten about breakfast. luke made a B line from the classroom door to the cafeteria. he saw a couple of his friends and smiled at them making at usual polite conversion. he wasn't popular or anything but he was indeed a flint and flint's needed to look good in front of people. it was just wrong, as his mother used to say, for a flint to be looked down upon. or something like that luke couldn't quite remember as said goodbye to his friends and walked towards the line to get food. once he had gotten his food luke sat at a table with different friends, laughing and joking around, he picked at his food. soon enough he was finished and he excused himself saying how he would see most of them rather soon anyway. luke stood up and threw away his trash before making his way towards the cafeteria doors. he never made it though as someone had called his name and he had turned his head only to bump into another body in front of him. he was lucky that they hadn't fallen to the ground. "oh shoot i'm sorry, are you okay?"

[/color] asked luke his voice sincere as his face was shocked. he honestly hadn't meant any harm, he hadn't even see the person whe he had bumped into them. it had all been just a huge misunderstanding that he was sorry to be apart of. "i'm luke by the way,"[/color] he said expecting his hand to the person with a soft smile. man he felt bad. [/div]

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[arya c. wallece]

crap. accidentally deleted this post -facepalm-
and to think of all these times i've made fun other people
for doing so. karma is so annoying (:

[lucian d. flint]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

luke was a ball of confusion just to begin to describe what his life had been the last couple of weeks really. he was one of a kind with the whole well totally crazy look to him and feel to him that he carried around. he wasn't able to get his mind in a straight line. it was barely possible too. he wanted to give his whole heart to rose and he honestly truly did but it wasn't as easy as he would have liked it to have been. he wanted someone to hand him a handbook, something that would help him, guide him in making the right decision so that he didn't make the complete wrong decision, so that he did the right thing instead of the wrong one. but that was the problem, luke always seemed to be making the wrong decisions instead of the right ones. he hated that part. he wanted to be the good guy, the one that helped everyone and make everyone else feel better instead of having everyone make him feel better about his life and what he was up to. he was always up to something bad, always doing what he shouldn't have been doing, instead of trying to do what could even be remotely right. he stupid, selfish, totally out of proportion and totally just out there completely. and in the good hyper with friends and girlfriends way. he was out there in the whole trying to put up a facade for something and the worst part was that he wasn't even sure what he was hiding. however he was sure that he was hiding something, a secret in himself that he would need to figure out later in his life time.

he looked down at the girl in front of him with her long blode hair and undeniably beautiful smile and she showed anyone who was willing to see it. she was an utter image of perfection someone who was beautiful and knew it but didn't use it for anything. she was charming, simplistic, together. almost everything he was except luke was dick. he was a jerk when he wanted to be, he was the wittiest slytherin of life, almost half a step closer to ravenclaw. the sorting hat had made that too clear of a memory for him. his wise words, their quarrel, he said he had to make this desicion often, was more witty or just plain mean. he remembered spotting leily out of the crowd, she stood out like a sore thumb and he smiled. and the sorting hat made his decision slytherin. luke since then figured it was fate to have rose around, almost like it was she that made him witty and not mean. he had his doubts however, like anyone would. he had no idea what to do though, it was fate right? that he was sorted into the meaner person house because he had been looking at rose who was a better person but was making him better? he turned his attention back to perfect blonde in his presence after picking up her belonging. arya. arya. arya. why did that name ring suck a familiar bell? luke tried to remember her. he hadn't gone out with her but then it him like a done of bricks, this was chick that phoenix, luke's best mate, that gone out with, the chick with the split personality. luke felt bad her immediately and helped her quickly with the rest of her books he smiled at her softy. "where are you headed arya? i'll help you get there?"

[/color] he smiled warmly, this was one of phoe ex. and he cared deeply for which her and those three seconds ago he barely remembered her name this meant that luke cared for her too. [/div]

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[arya c. wallece]

SHINE A LIGHT ON HER

the thing about adrienne was that she was fearless. she did not hide away from the tough situations. instead, she confronted them. she wasn’t shy. instead if she wanted friends, she went out and made them. if she had a problem, she would go out and solve it. she could still remember the time she had been hanging out at the clubs- she had a friend who had a friend who got them in. anyways, she had been talking with one of the boys. he seemed to like her, really. adrienne was irresistible in that sense. she had that thing about her where whatever she said, it drew people in. she had been talking with the boy and she remembered him saying something about phoenix malfoy and his best mate... she couldn’t remember what else he said. all she remembered was him mentioning the two of them and that was about it. something about the malfoy boy rang a bell, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on how she knew him... or when she talked to him... she couldn’t remember anything about him. and that’s where the difference came in. she wasn’t like arya. she wasn’t arya. for adrienne, arya was a chicken. she was, wasn’t she! just say it out loud, just say it! she knew that arya was just a wimp who didn’t want to do anything for herself! she just sat around all day, trying to gain up pity points wasn’t she! adrienne hated people like that. if you wanted points, you went to a party and hit them up. you didn’t just go around life pretending you were some sort of girlie, dragging a bundle of sadness. she was probably the only personality in the body who knew about one other ‘person’. she didn’t know about twelve and if she did, she probably would have thought the same things. she didn’t like arya and had a feeling that she would probably fade away into the distance sooner or later. arya wasn’t smart enough to figure out she was sharing a body with another person? ha! well her loss! adrienne smirked at the thought, leaning back a little. it was the malfoy boy’s best friend. whatever his name was. she couldn’t remember. he didn’t introduce himself... whether she remembered he did or not, that was a different thing.

he was holding her books and so that must mean something. he was trying to help her wasn’t he. she didn’t need his damn help. “i really don’t need your help, you know?” she couldn’t help but say. what? now was it her fault that he bumped into her? no... no it wasn’t... yes! yes it was! what was she saying? she bit her lip the slightest, putting on hand into her blond hair. then, the words came out again and adrienne was in control, “why are you being so nice anyways? aren’t you a slytherin? what is it- be nice to people day?” sarcasm was one way to call it. mockery was the other. now if she could have, arya would have taken it all back. she didn’t know what she was saying. in fact, the girl that was in her body had taken full control and wasn’t even conscience of the choice. it just... it just happened. the girl could have been in slytherin if she wanted to. adrienne, i mean. she had every intention on being mean to anyone who thought she was weak. and it wasn’t that his voice softened, please, so many people had shown her pity that it was almost like a given! she knew they felt bad about something. what it was, she had no idea, but she definitely didn’t need anyone throwing her a pity party or anything. ugh, she didn’t like anyone who treated her like dirt. she didn’t like anyone who felt sorry for her because of such and such reason or this and that. if she wanted someone to be upset at her for something, then she would sure and damned do something to make them upset. adrienne rolled her eyes, her blond hair swishing in back of her. she didn’t want anything to do with him.

she turned around, walking a few steps away before... before a flood of guilt just washed over her and she felt bad. arya didn’t know what she had said, what she had done, but something about the boy’s face made her realize she was the cause of it. after so many years of not knowing really what was going on, at least she was able to use her common sense during these times of need. she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and glanced downwards at her feet. her bright converse almost screamed her uncertainty. she wasn’t supposed to be like this. she was supposed to be... she was supposed to... she didn’t know how to respond. arya could feel the small tears spilling from her eyes as she tried to wipe it away. “i’m... i’m so sorry, i don’t know what got into me... i... i should go,” she muttered, trying to steady her sketchbooks by her hands. they were rather big and bulky from all of the sketches she did and accidentally, her fingers lost grasp of several pages of the pages once again, letting the pictures flow gently to the floor. “umm... i...” her voice lost way, putting a hand to her forehead. this was a disaster.

I WOULD NOT GIVE UP
holaa ross!. this post has about... er. 912 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. boy, if i could pull that off, i'd be very very happy. lol. oh yeah. credits go to shine a light, mcfly for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. if she were a normal person, she'd be known to have huge mood swings. instead, she's got personality swings. poor luke has to deal with it all!

[lucian d. flint]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

alright so luke was slightly in love. no no he wasn't. well okay only slightly really but that word had to be taken to another level. it also depended on who they were talking about. rosie, that was true love, he wouldn't admit that to himself though. she was utterly perfect for him, she was him in girl form except with endless sex that luke had expirienced before her, it was none important now though. he remembered phoenix telling him something very important about the arya something that luke shouldn't forget about at all when speaking to her. oh what was it. he couldn't remember it for the life of him. however when she spoke again, his eyes widen and luke noticed what it was about her that he should have remembered and what he wished he would have prepared for earlier. he laughed thought. phoenix had told him something about better to just act natural, she didn't know what was going one. her name, the sarcastic one was something with an a also...adrienne. "sorry guess i always try for the damsel in distress,"

[/color] laughed luke praying the gods that arya would be back soon. he barely like his own house as it was. luke raised an eyebrow. his temper got the better of him. "what is it? be a bitch to people day?"[/color] he knew he should have said that, especially to a lady. "i'm sorry for speaking to you like that,"[/color] he said quickly. he may have been a slytherin but he was taught with manners. and that was one thing that he was going to have until the grave.

luke saw the emotion build into arya and followed her every move with his eyes. he felt bad but tried not to show it in his eyes as he guessed that she must have gotten that a lot from people. "no no honestly arya i love talking to you, really, come on, we can talk about your courses if you want? or pluto? neptuno's moon? or phoenix? i'm thinking of chopping off his hair as a prank what do you think?"[/color] he was thinking to get her to smile. even a little. he never meant to do that to phoenix and he could care less about the outer space but he just wanted to make her feel better. he was more manipulative when he needed to be as a slytherin than anything, that way why he was in the house. other than that, luke himself didn't fit in with the other kids and they knew that. "did you get to eat?"[/color] asked luke. he tried to remember if arya had a third personality that he couldn't think about right now. one that was worse that adrinne. he didn't believe that was possible. but he had to prepare himself for that because well you never knew when she could which behind them. like wasn't even aware if arya herself knew that she was switching but he wasn't as hell going to be the one to tell her that she had three personalities. [/div]

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[arya c. wallece]

SHINE A LIGHT ON HER

she wished that she could have controlled her own emotions or when each personality came out. unfortunately only adrienne was bold enough to actually realize that there were more than one personality in the body. she knew about arya, but she didn’t quite know about twelve. if she did, she would have been disgusted at knowing that she was sharing a body with a frickin’ twelve year old. ‘get some class!’ she would have said. but right now, flint -that was his name!- was just a pain in the arse. the way he presented himself, everything about him pissed her off. she crossed her arms, her books pressed against her chest. “damsel in distress? like what- i can’t save myself?” she raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but smirk at his next comment along with his apology, “apparently prince charming isn’t that charming after all. oh the things i’m learning right now. so priceless.” adrienne sneered, leaning against the pillar nearby. she had no intention on becoming friends with the boy. he treated her like a charity case, well, this is what he got. the change from adrienne to arya was so different that it was almost impossible to not notice the change. yet, it wasn’t like she meant to do it. she really didn’t try. if she did, she would have been horrified to see what sort of person she became. but then, there was twelve who was in the middle of them and while she did have her own personality, she was more of the mixture between adri and arya. she was experimental, but not too crazy. she was somewhat shy, but outgoing enough to put herself out there. twelve was the voice of reason and she got along with many people. not all, but definitely seemed to be more than the amount of people adrienne ‘got along’ with.

it took only a moment for arya to snap back into the present and she wondered how long she had tune out. unfortunately she had a terrible sense of time and if she could change that as well, she would do so in only a few seconds. the boy seemed to be nice. she liked him already. the way he spoke with her was a bit more gentle than usual and he already seemed to know a lot about her. she had seen him with phoe many times and she remembered something vaguely about him, but it didn’t quite hit her till later. everything about him screamed pureblood and yet, everything about him seemed to defy the stereotypes. he was talking... he was trying to make her laugh and already, she appreciated the effort. she glanced back at her feet, her shoes clanking against the other quietly. her grey eyes still looking down, it was only a very smile glimpse, but it was twelve’s smile. only twelve could smile so brightly, so happily. and then it disappeared, replaced with the arya smile- a shy smile before it was gone all together. she didn’t smile too too often. she didn’t like to really talk to people, not much. it was more of a thing she did with her paints and canvas. when she was among her art supplies, that was when she was happiest. she shook her head slowly. she was supposed to be looking for her brother, but it looked like he wasn’t here right now. if he were, he would have already called her in. “i... w-would you care to join me?” arya asked quietly as she finished picking up the last sketches from the floor. her eyes widened before adding rather quickly, “i... i mean, if you haven’t eaten or, um, just want to talk... i guess.”

I WOULD NOT GIVE UP
holaa ross!. this post has about... er. 621 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. boy, if i could pull that off, i'd be very very happy. lol. oh yeah. credits go to shine a light, mcfly for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. blaah, shorter ):

[lucian d. flint]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

luke and rose had been going out for quite some time... if you didn't count the really long times that they were split, like their three month scandal that was caused by his stupid figure of a father and his fiancee. sure he was starting to get feelings for his fiancee, any sane person with a right mind would because she was beautiful and that beautiful flowing red hair, and those curves, but she was still very crude for doing what she had to him and rose. telling on them like a child had been just sick. rose had known that the probablity of staying with luke once his parents found out about her blood where slime to none but the way that summer had done it had just been horrible. she made it so that she herself got engaged to luke like the slimball she was. luke rather get disowned than anything. he never wanted to love summer, summer had been his best friend growing up, she'd been a gryffindor unlike him but his best friend none the less. he never wanted to marry him and she'd said so many time that the thought of marrying him disgusted her so why pull this?

lucian raised an eyebrow. adrienne was really pissing him off. ayra was a really nice girl, she was someone everyone could be friends with, adrienne however was someone luke wanted to slap and he didn't say that about most girls. "i never said that, just maybe a little help would be nice,"

[/color] he said coldly, clearly not enjoying adrienne company's as much as she was enjoying his. he said being rude in general. he may have been a slytherin but he was still a gentleman, his father had taught him that the hard way. "look i apologized and for that i am truly sorry, even some of us can't be perfect."[/color] you should know that he wanted to add but the father picture in his head yelled at him to keep his cool when it came to using words too quickly with adrienne she was just as witty as he was, if not more which was not a good thing at all. it was the eyes that luke saw first as ayra then the rest of the body posture really. adrienne was more bold more out there while arya was clearly shy and more reserved. lucian relaxed, he sure liked arya's company so much more than adrienne's. luke nodded. "i'd love to,"[/color] he said helping her pick up some drawings, he nodded towards them. "they're great, you're really good,"[/color] he stomach growled in protest at the thought of more food going into it but he wondered if arya had eaten at all. "if you haven't eaten, then eat and we'll talk, we can do something like that you know?"[/color] said luke smiling slightly he was actually enjoying arya's company surprising as long as adrienne didn't start showing up again he was totally fine with hanging out with her some more.[/div]

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[arya c. wallece]

SHINE A LIGHT ON HER

depending on who you talked to, arya could have been placed in different houses. if it were on her personalities, adrienne would have been a slytherin. she would have terrorized the hallways if she could. twelve would have been a gryffindor or hufflepuff. she would have been skipping through the halls, happy as a clam and without a worry int he world. arya would have been a ravenclaw. she wasn’t always the best at communicating with others, but she did have the intelligence to be one of the best in her class is she really tried. she could be a normal person or well, a “normal person”. there were many reasons why she was the way she was, but not many students knew why. they didn’t know the whole story and if they did, they might have thought she was even more of a freak than she really was. kids could be rather ignorant at times. they said things. they said wicked things about arya wallece. some said that she was mentally ill. some said she was locked up in a hospital for her whole life. others said she was cursed at birth as if she were some sort of fairytale princess. in the back of her mind, yes, she knew this. she didn’t want to admit that they were true, because they weren’t, but she did know that there was something a bit odd about her. that’s why she was so sensitive to what other people said. for the longest time, she would keep to herself. she didn’t talk to others. her only companion was her paintbrush and canvas. but this year was different. instead of being the weirdo, the stranger, people were starting to befriend her. like luke for example. she heard of him very vaguely. the rumors about him floated around him that he was very strange. he was very much of slytherin quality and yet, she couldn’t see that part of him. he was very kind, to her anyways, and he wasn’t being mean at all. he was speaking to her as a normal person and not like a stranger. although her memory wasn’t all that great, she remembered talking to phoe about him one time. phoe spoke very highly of him as if he were his own brother. the funny thing was that even though their house was known for being so cunning as they were ‘evil’, she couldn’t quite see that happening. they were much nicer to her than anyone else had been. some of her friends included phoe, blake, and fabian- which just so happened to be some of the boys that people feared most.

arya smiled slightly as luke grinned back reassuringly. something about him made her feel at home. she didn’t quite know what it was, but it was... it was nice. it made her feel special. it made her feel like she was worth something, a feeling she didn’t get often. not even when she was at home. at home, she was spoiled just a little more than her brother, but ultimately, the two had grown up by themselves. her parents were too busy with work, trying to provide for the family that they didn’t have much time for their children. she didn’t mind most of the time, but it did give her a glowing feeling when someone gave her their undivided attention. she nodded at his compliment, feeling her cheeks turn red all of a sudden, “t-thank you.” arya bit the inside of her cheek, wishing her stutter would go away. why did it always come at the most unfortunate of times? she wanted luke to see her as a normal person, not for someone who couldn’t say sentence without stammering. she glanced down again, trying to act like nothing was wrong. she stood up and nodded again, “i. um. haven’t eaten yet, b-but... i... okay,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. no wonder people thought she was a freak. she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls, she stammered when she spoke, she could have a decent conversation with anyone to save her life, her self esteem on a scale from one to ten wasn’t even existent. arya finally looked at him, trying to figure out something to say, “i... i’m sorry i s-stammer a little bit... i... i get nervous around...” her grey eyes widened and almost instantly she shook her head, “not that i like you... i mean, i like you but not like that... not like like but like...” she wanted to just die on the spot. her words were all jumbled up and any intelligent thoughts were just flying out the window at this point. she really did like luke, not in the romantic way, but she liked him as a good friend already. it seemed like they had one of those natural connections, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t conveying that very well. “i...” her words faltered as she glanced back at the floor and at her feet. before she knew it, she scrambled to go to the food line, grabbing a tray and trying to figure out what just happened. as she stood in line, she had a feeling that she just ruined what could have been a good friendship. of course though, only arya would think that. for the other personalities, there was no such thing as giving up. adri thought that luke was a prat, but twelve, who knew what trait she might pull out?

I WOULD NOT GIVE UP
holaa ross!. this post has about... er. 8 something words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. boy, if i could pull that off, i'd be very very happy. lol. oh yeah. credits go to shine a light, mcfly for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. was on the airplane when i wrote this. lmao

[lucian d. flint]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

lucian to say the least was a hard worker. he was ambitious and he liked to get things done and have them done right. it was simple, if he was going to be doing something, anything at all then he was going to be working his ass of and he was going to make it something good. it was the way his father had always brought him up. it was the reason he'd been such an ass the first few years off his life. his father always told him that he was the highest power of all, that everyone else was lower to him, that no one should ever act like they were higher than he was and lucian always listened and took notes like a good kid making sure to be extra careful to not mess anything up because in the end if anything was messed up lucian would never hear the end of how he was screwing up the flint line since he was the only heir to the throne. he was the only flint boy. everything was on his shoulders. everything, it didn't matter about his sisters because they were just going to get married to someone and help them carry their family lines no, lucian had to find a suitable bride to carry on the flint trait since in the end the last name would be lost without him. it wasn't his fault though, he hadn't meant to fallen in love with muggleborn and have his father want to rip his throat out for it. honestly he didn't want any of that. it was all a really big mistake that wasn't supposed to happen and then, summer and her jealousy problems had to go and ruin everything, now he had to marry summer in order to satisfy his father but luke didn't want that... he wanted his rose.

his mind was a hurricane of blaming and hating on summer because of what she had done and so on. it was the only thing that he seemed to be able to do. honestly it was the only thing that he really only wanted to do. he wanted to dump all his problems on to summer that way when they were married they could at least just pop out a boy and be done with the having to pretend that they loved each other none sense that no one wanted to do. summer clearly wasn't his friend and there was no way in hell that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, comfortably he wasn't going to handle it. or better yet his temper wasn't going to handle it was more like it. luke smiled at arya, he oddly liked spending time with her, as long as it wasn't adrienne it was perfectly at ease. "perfect,"

[/color] lucian smiled again stuffing his hands into his pockets. he could already tell what arya was going to say next before she even finished speaking. her jumbled words just made him smile more. "i get it, i like you too arya, you're very sweet. besides i have a thing for redheads not blonds,"[/color] luke smiled at her, trying to joke around with, he was trying to lighten up the mood, he placed a hand on the small of her back and leading her towards her lunch line. "let's get some food into your stomach,"[/color] smiled luke. arya was unlike anyone lucian had ever met and oddly enough that was one of the best things that he liked about her. she was different but she was wonderfully different. [/div]

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[arya c. wallece]

SHINE A LIGHT ON HER

if she was goo at anything, it was probably listening. arya was a good listener. it came from all of these years of never speaking up, never standing up for herself. instead, she resorted back to silence and frankly, silence was golden in her world. she could still hear students taunting her. they told her she was a freak. they told her she was weird, strange, other words that she chose to block out. she didn’t know about these personalities. really, she didn’t. she still didn’t know. but they were her way of blocking out her problems. when she got lonely, all she had to do was close her eyes and when she opened them, she could be twelve. or she could be adrienne. both of them were never lonely. twelve found the company in anything, anyone. she smiled and danced and laughed. she was irresistable. then there was adrienne who could be anyone’s best friend or their worst nightmare. she made friends as easy as she made enemies. it wasn’t too hard for her either though. her spunk and outgoingness was what got her through everythnig. and then there was arya. the shy little girl who did nothing to protect herself. old school jeers haunted her sleep and she didn’t know what to do, what to say. so she kept quiet. it was the only way she could really keep to herself, not cause trouble for anyone. she wasn’t going to be the reason why someone was punished or such. no. if they were punished, what if something bad happened to them? what if they became someone like her? no, that couldn’t happen. she felt her weight shift from one foot to the other as she became a bit uneasy. no one was going to get hurt. no one was going to become a freak. no no no no no.

“heeeey freeeeak,” one of the second years jeered and prodded her side with his wand. eleven year old arya flinched, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. right now, it was only her and adrienne. twelve wasn’t there. she didn’t exist. she glanced down at her shoes, trying not to cry. of course she would cry though. it was expected of her. arya wallece was a big cry baby. she cried and cried about nothing and everything. if she dropped her food, she would cry. if she got less than an excellent on her exams, she would cry. it was almost unavoidable. all of the tears and swollen eyes. everything. instead of crying, her foot tapped. rapidly. she wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t going to cry. the boy smirked at her reaction and shook his head, “so where’s the other chick? she like your twin or somethin’? i mean, seriously, you can’t be two people. that’s just... freaky.” he paused and grinned, “oh wait. that might be possible then! nothing’s freaky enough for the freak itself!” his friends laughed and started high fiving each other before shaking their heads and walked away. she didn’t know why they said these things. why were they so mean? why did they like saying bad things to her? what had she ever done to them? of course the idea that they were slytherins sometimes clarified these things, but she didn’t find the answer quite acceptable. not only that but who was this other girl? they always said how fit she was, how pretty she was, that she looked exactly like arya. she didn’t know what they were talking about. she sighed slightly, watching the tears drop from her eyes and make their marks along the page of the textbook.

she bit her bottom lip and glanced at luke. for some reason, just his presence was comforting. she felt like she could tell him anything. his dark eyes looked back at her, offering her a small smile. she never had someone to be there for her. well, there were a few people, but it was always nice to know that someone did in fact care for you. she liked being around luke. arya could tell there was something special about him... she didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. she only wished... he grinned back, “besides i have a thing for redheads not blonds...” she wasn’t quite sure whether he was trying to be funny or not, but she smiled anyways. she had the tendency to go with the flow. she wasn’t going to make any trouble for someone. if he laughed, she’d laugh. if he cried, well, she would be the shoulder to cry on. he stood next to her in the lunch line and she liked it. it was strange being so close to someone you’ve never met before. she never really had those feelings and luke just surpassed a number of them in the first few minutes of their meeting. and then everything went blank. her grey eyes brightened to a lively green, her cheeks flushed, and her hair seemed to have turned the slightest tint of red. twelve was here. she glanced at the strange blond haired boy, curious to know who he was. why was he so... quiet? he seemed to be quiet! she tilted her head, “are... are you okay? you look a bit... a bit in your own little world.” she gave a friendly shrug before nodding towards the lunch lady. yes she would like some vegetables. her mum said they were good for her! and of course she would say that. her mum was all knowing, of course.

I WOULD NOT GIVE UP
holaa ross!. this post has about... er. 936 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. boy, if i could pull that off, i'd be very very happy. lol. oh yeah. credits go to shine a light, mcfly for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. i couldn't help but add twelve in! XD