Part Two: Aria

Chapter One: Welcome to Turney High

AN: Does anyone know Derek's last name? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?

Aria sighed nervously as her dad pulled up to her new high school in his ancient Volkswagen. Transferring schools a month into your sophomore year definitely wasn't fun, especially if you had been home schooled your entire life.

Aria was a honey-skinned girl with dark hair and dark blue eyes, she was extremely pretty and very smart. However, she had an air of superiority around her that would make most people dislike her immediately. High school was like that, you got one inkling of pride and everyone hated you. Unfortunately for Aria, she had lots. Perhaps too much for anyone person.

She turned to her father, a red headed man with a slight beard named Derek. "Do I have to go?" she asked.

He nodded, trying to keep a reassuring smile, "Your mom thinks it isn't wise to spend your entire education at home." He looked at her, "And personally, I agree with her."

They both remained silent and watched people filter into the school. "Well," He said, turning on the ignition, "You'd better go. Don't want to be late for your first day."

Aria nodded and grabbed her purse. She kept her head high as she entered. Aria prided herself on her excellent taste in fashion. She wore a peasant skirt that was going to become a huge trend again, an off the shoulder 80s sweater, and lots of gold jewelry. She was trendy and she liked it that way. Her brown hair was in curls and held back by a fat headband. She toyed with her silver pendant, the only thing that didn't match perfectly, but she spared herself it, because she had never taken it off in her life.

She slowly set her purse down and walked through the metal detector, picking it up after the man had rifled through it. She hated it when people went through her things, and normally she would have let him hear about it, but she was far too nervous to pay much attention to such trivial matters.

She looked down at the schedule and at the map she had in her hands. She had picked up her registration things a few days prior, but still couldn't make any sense of the crudely drawn map of the school.

She got out of the way of the metal detector and leaned against the wall, trying to make sense of the blasted thing.

"New around here?" she heard called to her, she looked up and saw a girl that had just went through the metal detectors.

If one were to take a quick glance at her, she didn't look anything spectacular. She wore baggy jeans and a faded black band tee shirt with a few pieces of silver jewelry. Her maroon colored hair was up in a sloppy bun, and Aria noticed an emphasis on the sloppy part of it. Nevertheless, she was pretty in a simplistic way, and the look of genuine helpfulness convinced Aria she was someone who would assist her.

"Yes, could you help me?" She asked.

The girl nodded and took the map, she gave a small grin, "First of all, you have it upside down." She turned it around and took a look at her schedule, "Oh, you have Biology first with Mr. Harmond, he's pretty nice."

"Ok." Said Aria, not really wanting to get into a conversation with her.

"First class on the left down that hall," She said pointing to an obscure hallway, "Room number 32."

Aria nodded, "Thank you-?"

"Riley." She stated, "Pleased to meet you Aria, though I get the feeling it's not mutual." She said, giving her an appraising look before heading down the hallway.

Aria's face blushed. She hadn't meant to make it so obvious, but in a way she was kind of glad. She didn't want to make friends with girls like that. Being made fun of throughout high school was not her aim in life.

She paused as she was walking down the hallway. How did she know my name?

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When Aria sauntered into her class, the first thing she noticed was all the stares in her direction. She bit her lip and walked towards the teacher. "Excuse me?" She asked.

Mr. Harmond looked up from his papers, "Can I help you miss?" He asked.

"Um, yes, my name's Aria Anderson-Moore, and I just got here." She stated, trying to sound cool and collected.

"Ah," He said before turning back and grading his papers.

"Um, excuse me?" She asked.

Mr. Harmond looked up, absently scratching his baldhead, "Yes?" he asked.

"I was wondering if I could have a seat?"

Mr. Harmond let out a loud throaty laugh, "Ms. Anderson-Moore, it's all open seating."

"Oh." She muttered, flushing scarlet. She scooped up her purse and took a seat in the front. Next to her was a boy with perfectly styled blonde hair. He wore stylish jeans and a striped collared shirt.

"Hey," he said casually, "My name's Ian."

Aria tried to give her best confident smile, "Aria."

"Did you transfer from La Brea?" he asked.

She shook her head, "No, I was home schooled."

"Ah." He stated

The class went on like that, Ian and Aria making polite conversation while Mr. Harmond talked endlessly about water skiing, a topic that had nothing to do with what the class was covering.

When it ended, Aria picked up her schedule, "Um, do you know where room 101 is?" She asked politely.

Ian picked up the schedule, "Oh ya, Riley has that class; Strings class right?" He stated.

Aria nodded and her eyes widened. Not only would she have to share a class with that girl, but a guy she thought was cute knew her? "Who's Riley?"

Ian shrugged, "She's good friends with this girl I know. She's pretty cool, really quiet but she'll help you out." He paused, "It's down by the library."

"Ah." She stated, picking up her things, "Thank you."

Ian smiled, "No problem. See you around."

Aria smiled, "See ya."

With that, Aria tried to find the library.

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When she got to her Strings class, she was already ten minutes late. She immediately looked up into the face of a strict-looking teacher with eyes like a hawk.

"And whom may you be?" She demanded.

"I'm Aria Anderson-Moore." She stated shakily, clutching her violin case.

"Well, I can assure you Aria, that new or not, we do not appreciate tardiness in this school. May I inform you of the class's motto?"

Aria didn't do anything, by the teacher continued nonetheless, "If you're early, you're on time, if you're on time, you're late, and if you're late-"

"Don't bother showing up at all!" chorused a girl mockingly in front.

Aria turned to see Riley again.

The teacher smiled, "Miss Zalank, you don't need to inform our new student about how seriously we take our rules."

Her eyes gave a smile and she took out some sheet music out of her backpack. Aria was shocked to see that Riley had an acoustic guitar. They allowed guitars in orchestra?

"Ms. Anderson-Moore, why don't you take the seat between Riley and Twiggy?" she asked.

Her eyes went to Twiggy and she had to suppress a gasp. Twiggy had long dread-locked hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, bib overalls, and a ratty tee shirt. She was amazed to notice he played a cello.

She gently eased between them, Twiggy gave her a smile, and she felt suddenly queasy when she saw his teeth. She ignored him, and took out her violin.

The teacher, who later introduced herself as Mrs. Peregrin, handed Aria some music. She looked at it and tried hard not to laugh, it was extremely simplistic.

Riley was arranging her sheet music and she muttered, "It's not orchestra, it's Strolling Strings." She said, as if once again, sensing her emotions towards the music. "It's a completely different system." She murmured.

Aria just gave her a look of wide-eyed shock, but before she could respond, Mrs. Peregrin cut her off. "Alright, let's warm up with the C scale."

The class passed by, and Aria was surprised to find that both Twiggy and Riley were creditable musicians. When it was almost over, Aria leaned over to put her violin back in its case, and her necklace fell out.

She quickly put it back under her shirt, and proceeded to pack up her things. When the bell rang, and she was on her way out, but Riley stopped her. "Nice necklace." She said again in her quiet voice.

It was then that Aria noticed Riley had the same necklace as she.

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sigh, sadly no reviewers this time (darn you all! Lol just kidding) but it would be greatly appreciated if I just got one review per chapter, just to know it's being read. Otherwise, I fear I may become depressed. And a depressed Nymmie is not a fun Nymmie.

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Next Up: Aria has a date at the RockOut, but sadly, things never seem to go as planned

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