Authors Note: I loved the reviews people! Thank you for supporting the beginning of my story. I noticed the odd typo that I'm going to fix, and I'll make sure there aren't any in this next chapter. Keep up the reviews; I've big plans ahead for Aria!

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Aria had already said her goodbyes to everyone she considered worthwhile. No boyfriend to say goodbye to, she tended to toy with them rather than keep them. Moving didn't bother her in the slightest; she understood that in life, you make new friends everywhere, and lose some along the way. Her mind was still half asleep, as she reluctantly dragged her small frame out of bed, quite literally; she ended up on the floor with a large "thud". Five am wake up calls had this effect on her.

"Fuck..." She groaned in annoyance, just laying there in defeat for a few moments.

Byron came running into her room then, alerted by the loud crash. He searched round the room for her in confusion, coming up empty.

"Aria? Honey, where are you? What the hell was that noise?" He asked as he stood un-moving in the middle of her room, rubbing the back of his neck in thought.

She felt the need to laugh, this was a perfect start to the day, and no doubt it was only going to get worse. Sunday had lurked around the corner for a short time now, and it was finally here, no longer just on the horizon. It was funny, what horrified her most -aside from the no boys aspect- was that she would have to were uniform... she mentally flinched at even contemplating this.

"Over here." She finally croaked, raising a tired arm, still on the god damn floor.

Byron moved accordingly to the voice and looked over to the other side of her bed to find his daughter face down on the floor. There was nothing he could do but simply laugh. The sound echoed through the room, he could hardly contain himself. Frustrated, Aria rose to her feet and swiftly dusted herself down, narrowing her emerald eyes at her father. Even she couldn't find this in no way funny, as she smiled stupidly.

"Honestly, do you even need the bed? You can always just sleep on the floor, saves me money." He teased her, grinning. "Ah, I'm really going to miss this; miss you." Byron concluded with a sigh.

"Right, that's done it Dad. Out," This had gone on too long now, and Aria was tired, her good humour slowly vanishing. Pushing against him, she sent him on his way out her door, before slamming the thing behind him with a single kick.

"I'll be down for breakfast in a bit!" She called from her room, making sure he would hear her.

It didn't take her very long to get changed, only an hour; and that was quick in her families' books when it came to Aria and her style. Though, she had on her make up in that time too, so her father couldn't complain. Just to be that little bit of an extra rebel, she'd had pheasant feather hair extensions done, to spice up the uniform a little. There was no doubt in her mind that they'd hate her for it, for not conforming like normal students; but she liked to be a contradiction.

There really was no time for breakfast though; her ride had already turned up at the door, honking away at her. Damn them, and damn all shiny black limo's for preventing her from eating her pop tarts and drinking her latté; bastards.

Aria bid her last goodbyes to her beloved bedroom and went bounding down the stairs; unbelievably large amounts of luggage in tow. Most of her rooms' furniture would be coming with her anyway; to fill the new room she would have to herself, courtesy of Byron's cash. Surely it would be there by now, she thought, curious. So not everything would be completely alien, she would have pieces of home with her to keep her sane, grounded. Byron caught her at the end of the staircase, impatience crossing his features.

"You're late; c'mon darling, we can't keep him waiting forever." He insisted, ushering her out the door. The chauffeur came and took her things, loading them into the limo.

The crisp and icy morning breeze made Aria shiver as she quickly made a run for the car. This winter was predicted to be pretty bad, and there was no way she was going to be spending any long amounts of time outside. She preferred the sun shine; unfortunately for her though, it was four hours further north, not south. Pausing at the door, she span on her heel to give her father a warm hug; desperately forcing herself not to cry like he was already doing.

"Bye Dad, I'll miss you. Call me every day, okay?" Aria said; her doe eyes watery. He replied with a simple nod, kissing her on her forehead for a send-off as he muttered that he loved her. Byron never was good with expressing his emotions. The situation was finally sinking in for Aria now; she was actually leaving her home, her father. It all seemed awfully surreal to her; especially when the door slammed shut, locking her away from the outside world.

Putting on a brave face, she banished those thoughts away as she snuggled up to the leather interior, planning on catching a few more hours sleep until the horror really could begin.