If feelings could be summed up in one word, we wouldn't need writers.

Aria wasn't a writer though, she sucked at writing, but she was a runner. No matter what she was feeling, running was always appropriate. It was her life and she was the best, but you can't stay at the top for long. For Aria, she lost her title when she changed schools.

It's not as if starting the new school year in a different school, with different people, different teachers, and in a different place is the hardest things she had ever faced. Losing her top spot for cross country was the hardest.

It was the first day of practice and they had to run a mile as fast as they could, she obviously placed herself in the front, thinking she would come out first. She stood next to a boy with blonde brownish hair and blue eyes.

He's cute, she thought, but couldn't focus on that right now. She was nothing but competitive.

"Alright, run this mile as fast as you can, I'll be timing you," said a man Aria was assuming was the coach.

"Good luck," said the boy to her side.

"Don't need it."

The gun went off and she flew, feeling the wind in her face and the feel of their feet flying off the track. She knew no one could beat her, she was the number one in the state.

She could hear footsteps, but she disregarded it and kept going. She was almost done with the mile anyway, there was no way someone could pass her.

Some she was nearing the last 200 meters when she heard, "Good luck." The boy from earlier passed her right by.

"3:24 Dunbar, 3:31 Jefferson, 4:21 McCal..." the rest of the words didn't process in her head. Someone beat her? Her? The number one in the state.

Aria stood there, breathing heavily, as everyone else started to pile in she went to get water. The boy from before took a water from behind her.

"Looks like you do need it," he said walking off with a smirk.

Little to say, she was infuriated. Aria slammed her locker door shut and stormed out of the locker room. stomping her feet as she walked onto the now almost empty campus. It was around 4:30 and almost everyone had gone home. Not Aria, she was in too much shock to move. So she waited for everyone to leave even the coach.

Someone beat me, she though. How could someone beat me?

These words kept coming up in her mind as she walked to her older sister's car.

"So what took you so long?" her sister asked.

"Nothing, just showering"

"For almost an hou-"

"You know what, Holley, it doesn't matter. Let's just get home and forget this happened."

Holley pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive down the street. They continued in silence, Aria wasn't one to speak when she was angry.

When they were children, Holley once took one of Aria's crayons. Aria cried for about an hour and then sat in a corner of their house for about two hours. She finally spoke when she said she was hungry and wanted dinner. She carried this habit into her teens

They driving in silence. Passing trees and empty deserts.

Her sister pulled up to a house with a moving van in front of it. She parked the car right next to the van, sighed and turned to her sister.

"Look, you can't keep acting this way, you need to remember dad worries about you ok. you don't have to talk to him, just don't set worry him ok?" Holley went to pat her head, but she quickly got out of the car.

But she didn't want to change, there had already been to much change, her entire life changed. The way she handled her anger was the least of her problems

Arai picked up a box labeled Aria's trinkets. It was filled with anything that was related to angels. from necklaces, to books, to figures, even plush dolls. If it had angle aria had it.

Her mother started her obsession when she gave her an angel figure when she was two. Even after her mom disappeared, she still collected them. It drove her dad crazy, but he let her have that.

She walked up to her new door and sighed. Opening the door she was met with a hallway filled with boxes and wrapped furniture. The white walls were bare except for the few splashes of paint from her father trying to decide what colors he wanted to paint it.

She made her way towards the stairs, trying to avoid her father who was flipping through all the different news channels. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but her father heard her.

"How was the first day of school?" he asked.

"Fine" she said hurrying up the stairs and as happily as she could.

"How about practice number one girl" he asked with a smile in his voice.

Arai stopped and turned to her father, she couldn't lie to him, but she couldn't make him worry either.

"It was ok, but i really want to rest, dad. So i think i might go unpack a little, take a shower, and then head to bed. I have school tomorrow too dad, and then practice."

"Oh, ok hun. if you get hungry, i ordered pizza."

"Thanks," she whispered as she continued up the stairs.

Aria entered her room and looked at her bare walls, she sighed. Needs color she thought.

She sat placed the box on the floor and sat down next to it. She took out a picture of her and her mom before she had disappeared, she was six. It had an angel leading a little boy and girl across a broken bridge over a waterfall. Arai placed the picture next to her and pulled out the figure her mom first got her. It was a white porcelain angel with a crack around it neck from she she had dropped it when she was four. She had never cried so much before in her life, even after the fixed it, she never messed with it again, always taking the utmost care of it.

She continued on for another hour or so until the box was empty. She placed the things around her room with the picture of her and her mother on her dresser along with her first angel. It was around 6 so she got up to take a shower.

As the hot water fell down her back she thought about the day. She was the top in all of california, how could someone beat her? This didn't make any sense, she over heard this was his first time running too. Why did everything have to change at once.

All she wanted was a for at least one thing in her life not to change, now the 3 most important thing in her life had. Would running be fun anymore? Should she run anymore? She kept stressing until she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"You know we're in a drought right?" Holley called from the other side.

Aria quickly turned off the shower, standing still for a moment until she decided she had to move.

Maybe she was just tired from moving the two days before, or maybe she didn't have enough water that day, yeah that was it. Nothing to worry about, she would just get up tomorrow, go to school, and then run like she means it.

She put her pajamas on and went into her room. As she got under her covers, she said goodnight to her mom and turned of the light

Tomorrow is a new day she thought, everything will be better then.