This is my first story ever published on Fanfic I actually posted a couple chapters already on wattpad but I wasn't really getting feedback and I really wanted feedback anyways feel free to comment any mistakes or how much you like it or how this story can be improved I don't really care even if you say you don't like it. Thank you enjoy !
When you have the highest IQ out of the whole school some people would take one look at me and think well she's going to do magnificent things in life, or she is going to go to a good college which were my father's words and I can't forget about my mother she says that I was born with a "gift", well actually two gifts, beauty and intelligence two things that are rare; something also very special. I don't think I'm someone special I like to think of myself as keeping things to myself. I don't like to brag about what I can do but I have been involved with a lot at my school I joined advanced art, dance, banjo the list really can go on. I ended up being very good at them, but all those classes weren't really for me I was very devoted to all of them I guess sometimes it's okay to lose interest and learn something else, I just haven't found the one class to stick with.
As I am running down the stairs of Rosewood high's Progressive school I ran into principle Hackett "Woah there slow your roll Mrs. Montgomery. Mr. Hackett is one of those chill I guess you could say principles he's very nice except he knows that I haven't really been involved in my classes as I use too and I know he's been concerned about that since it's my junior year here.
Sorry Mr. Hackett I was just on my way to the restroom. I stumbled on the last step trying to enter the girl's bathroom when I met up with my only friends Spencer, Emily, Hanna and Alison.
"So what are you going to do about your classes Aria you have to pick something?" Alison said as she picked up her skirt and flushed the toilet.
"I'm not sure maybe I'll just make up my own class I'll name it indecisive elective." I smirked, but all I got back was silence and Alison walked out the bathroom door and so did the others. I stared into space and wiped the smirk of my face. As we all walked down the checkered floor of the hallway, Alison stopped and took out this pink vintage dress out of her bag.
"Checkout out what granny had in her closet its beautiful right, oh and don't worry Aria I picked something out for you."
"No need I'm going for my little Gothic look."
"Well you can't because that's Elisha's thing. She retorted. Though you would look good with some cheek piercing's no one else is doing that." Alison said as she pinched my two cheeks.
Elisha was this dark conflicted soul of a girl who wrote disturbing poems about death and sex. I never really had a conversation with her thought I know for a fact that she hates all of us including Emily who just broke up with her.
"Aria?"
I heard my name and turned around to see who called it, it was principle Hackett. "A word?" he said and disappeared back into his office. I nodded and said my goodbye's to all the girls they gave me a assuring smile. As I walked in, I seen my English teacher at a desk eating his lunch also but that was not my concern. What I was concerned about was why Mr. Hackett wanted to speak to me as I sat down on a yellow chair off to the side of the wall where different pictures of students that hung on the bulletin board. I lifted one leg to rest on the chair and my eyes caught back to my English teacher again.
"Do you want me to leave?" he said with food in his mouth I kept from smirking though and kept my cool.
"Mm no it's cool Ezra. Mr. Hackett said stealing a carrot out of Ezra's plastic container. So you were in, advanced art, dance, banjo the list can go on; you were completely devoted to each of these.
"Yeah I was." I nodded my head and laughed then I wasn't I shrugged my shoulders.
"Ezra you should hear this girl play banjo very talented."
"I know, I know I shrugged again."
"Come see me Monday with a plan, if you don't like the electives offered here you could pick anything out of the whole universe, but you better come up with something because it's freaking March! He whispered and walked out of the office.
"You broccoli." I heard Ezra say
"What?"
"You broccoli? Broccoli, rock you know the banjo. Never mind it was a stupid pun." he smirked.
I only smiled and shook my head and walked out of the office.
"Oh spirits lead me out of these moral thoughts and sex me here." Elisha said as she finished her poem in front of the class. Mr. Fitz just sat on the couches wowed as if well that was an odd and dark poem. Students clapped and Elisha sat back down on the opposite couch beside me.
"That was a quite bold interpretation Elisha."
"I can't believe I dated her." Emily whispered and laughed.
I only smirked as I look over to Alison I was lying beneath her with my converse propped up on her thighs. Ezra glanced over with his dark blue eyes the only way I know that was because I could see him from the corner of my eye hoping he would not call on me next to give my interpretation on the book we were reading.
"Aria Montgomery." he said and I bit my lip.
"Think you could top that?" I gasped mouth opened not sure what to say he rather caught me off guard.
"I cleared my throat, I have stripped throat."
"Aria really, please don't do that boring slacker thing with me."
"She's not a slacker okay she has a genius IQ FYI." Alison retorted
"Oh I'm sorry I forgot here at Rosewood everyone is a special snowflake." Mr. Fitz gazed over at each student and his gaze landed back to me.
"Please Aria be ready next time." he said seriously.
I nodded my head and glanced back down having the front of my hair block part of my face.
"Don't listen to him you're a genius Aria." Alison whispered which gained another glance from Mr. Fitz.
I only stared back at her without smiling. Why does everyone have to claim that I'm such a genius I don't even know what I want in my life. This angered me though like my friends don't understand that I have no clue on what I want to do with the rest of my life nor my teachers, not even my parents; which path do I cross? What door do I choose and open. I'm sick of everyone treating me as a special little snowflake. I snatched my backpack below the couch and gave a unpleasant look towards and walked hurriedly towards the door. I remember him calling back my name I didn't dare turn around I kept walking until I made it outside the front of the school wondering where I should go and as I walked further down the sidewalk I ended up at Riley's park I took a seat on one of the swings and swinged till time met the sunset. I thought about what I was going to do about having a plan I had to think of something over the weekend but what could I possibly stick with. I thought about piano but my little brother was already doing that it's his passion not mine. Maybe I could sing or not sing I don't like the attention. My mind was clouded with thoughts but soon vanished when I seen Mr. Fitz walk up to me with his satchel by his side and a book in his hands it always seems that he has a book in his hands.
"Are you okay?"
I didn't respond very quickly it really took some time to think; am I okay I just feel lost.
"Yeah I'm good Mr. Fitz." I said slowly going back to swinging.
"You're not okay Aria I can tell."
"Ha oh really you could tell? Well please elaborate because I have no idea how I feel."
I know I sounded very rude but he was rude to me when he claimed that I was some special little snowflake. I kept my eyes on the sky hearing no reply back. I could see how pink the sky is like cotton candy; wouldn't it be nice to float in the clouds floating and not having to worry about everyone bugging me about what I want to do with my life. I was broken out of my trance when took a seat on the swing right next to mine.
"What are you doing?"
"A grown man can't swing?" Mr. Fitz joked.
I really didn't want to laugh but I laughed.
"I'm sorry about earlier in class I think I caught on, on why you walked out I didn't mean to offend you."
"It's alright I guess I'm just tired of everyone thinking I'm such a genius just because I have the highest IQ out of the school."
Mr. Fitz went even higher on the swing.
"I think you should embrace it." He spoke louder.
"Embrace what?"
"Embrace being called a precious little snowflake they are all different in their own way you know that's what makes them beautiful."
"Wow Mr. Fitz I didn't know you were so poetic oh wait I forgot you're an English teacher."
"Indeed." He said and slowed down to get off the swing to I assume get back home, but before he walked away I couldn't help but ask this one question.
"Did you just call me beautiful?"
His very blue eyes popped out of his head that it looked like he had no idea what to say.
"I guess I did but I don't think that was right for me to say." He sighed.
"Why not?"
"Well I'm your teacher Aria I don't want you to think of me as sounding like a perv I was trying to explain that don't take being called a snowflake as a insult it's nothing close to a insult."
"So you're saying I'm not beautiful anymore?"
"What no Aria you're taking this out of proportion you are beautiful let's just not tell anyone I told you that, is that alright?"
"You don't have to worry I don't think anyone would believe me if I did. I smirked well have a good Friday Mr. Fitz."
"You too." He smiled back as he walked his separate way and I walked mine.