Ariel yawned as she sat at the kitchen table of the new house.
"Not sleeping well again?" Ariel's father, Thomas, asked as he looked up at her from behind the newspaper he was reading when he heard her slam her head down onto the table.
"Eat up, and get some of that sleepiness out of your eyes. You start a new school today, isn't that exciting?" Ariel's mother, Karla asked as she sat down a plate of pancakes in front of her.
"Yeah, maybe when I was eight," she mumbled pouring syrup onto her food. She bit her lip, debating on asking a question that plagued her thoughts a lot since she started having the same dreams for the past two years.
"Mom, dad, I know I was adopted…but do you know anything about my real parents?"
Thomas and Karla both froze on the spot as the heard what came from their daughter's mouth.
"Let's be real for a minute," Ariel stared when she noticed her parent's hesitation. "I'm seventeen years old; you know this question was bound to pop up eventually. Not to mention knowing may help with my dreams."
Now, Ariel's parents didn't know what her dreams entailed. They got worried when she would wake up depressed or with tears in her eyes that wouldn't seem to go away. They tried talking to her about it, but she would clam up and tell them nothing and when they did try to pry, she would get mad and stop talking to them for days until she cooled off. The longer she had the dreams, the more she got used to them and was no longer saddened by them, but she would lose a lot of sleep thinking about them.
"Honestly, Ariel, we know nothing, as well as the adoption agency. You were found as an infant, no more than a few days old on their door step. The story they told us was during the night, they heard a loud powerful knock on the door. They rushed to it, only to find you sound asleep with a note that held your first name, and your date of birth." Karla said now sitting down at the kitchen table, holding onto Thomas's hand for support.
"Wow, my mother had issues." She said as she took a bite of her pancake, trying to play off the confusion she felt. Honestly, what kind of person could do that? She took another bite and asked another question. "What was my birth name?"
"Ariel. Your mother and I had planned for your name to be Danielle, but your mother claims there was something telling her to leave it." Her father smirked looking at her mother who was rolling her eyes. "But obviously we did keep Danielle, just for your name instead of Elizabeth." Her father finished with a cheeky grin.
"Thank God, Danielle Elizabeth sounds so gross." She said with her mouth full since she shoved the rest of her pancake into it.
"How many times have I told you to stop talking with your mouth full?"
"Sorry mamma." She said blushing, quickly finishing her orange juice.
"Yeah yeah, now go get read, you have to leave in an hour."
Ariel nodded and made her way up the stairs soaking in what was just said. Everything seemed to make since, but at the same time it was so far-fetched since her dreams seemed to set place in a different world.
Ariel finally stopped thinking about it when she finished straightening her layered natural platinum blonde hair, with purple and black streaks though the layers, and teasing it.
She through on a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees, a neon green tank top with a fishnet top over it, and put on her classic ripped up Chucks.
She collaborated her makeup with her outfit, so she had black smoky eyes, with green outlining the black, causing her hazel eyes to look more green today than blue. She grabbed an all-black jacket because she figured it would be cold in the school, and made her way down the stairs.
"So much for dressing how your mom wanted you to dress today." Her dad said with a smirk as he took in her appearance.
"Now why couldn't you dress like Sara today?" Karla asked, motioning towards Ariel's younger sister.
At the same time, Ariel and Thomas both sent her a death glare. Ariel hated being compared to Sara, and Thomas hated it when Karla compared the two.
Sara was also adopted since Karla could not have kids. While Ariel is what you would call the scene kid, Sara was what you would call prep. She spent so long getting ready she never had time to eat breakfast. So as bad as it sounds, that is Ariel's only alone time with her parents when there both together. For the most part, she was a daddy's girl, while Sara was a momma's girl.
"Don't forget you now have to take Sara to school." Thomas said as he handed Ariel her Batman bag.
"Oh how could I forget? This past week all I have heard was 'this school doesn't have a freshmen campus. I can flirt with hot seniors.'" She said with a high falsetto, flipping her hair around like a madwoman.
"I don't do that!" Sara said stomping her heel to the ground, flipping her bleached, overly curled hair, over her shoulder.
Ariel just raised her eyebrow as her sister did what she just claimed her of doing.
"Thomas, you better have not given her cigarettes again." Karla scolded as she noticed the bag exchange. Like father like daughter, they rolled their eyes at the same time.
"You have a nasty habit."
"And so do you, it's called breathing." Ariel shot back to her sister.
"Okay children, break it up. You girls will be late!" With those last words from her mother, she headed towards her black SUV and lit up a cigarette while turning up her Avenged Sevenfold CD.
"I'm going to smell like smoke now, thanks." Sara mumbled as they made their ten minute drive to school.
"Shut up brat and open the center console. There should be perfume and gum in there."
The rest of the ride was in silence. Ariel continued to listen to her music, as Sara put in her headphones, no doubt listing to rap.
"How do you do it sis?"
Ariel stopped walking and turned to look at her sister. "Do what?"
"You don't seem worried about starting a new school."
"I'm not sis. My life goal isn't to fit in. I don't care if I make friends or not. I don't care if people hate me, and I don't care what people say behind my back. Those are all your worries, your fears. And yes, I know the drill; I don't acknowledge you or talk to you, especially around people." And with that, Ariel walked into the office, leaving her sister standing there.
Ariel sat in her first period class, English; playing blind to all the looks she received. She blew her bangs out of her eyes, hoping the bell would ring soon to start class.
For once her wishing came true, because a few seconds later the bell rang.
While the bell was still chiming, in ran a guy wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a black V-neck shirt. He had brown shoulder length hair, and that was all she could tell because he was facing the teacher.
"How great of you to join us, take a seat," and as he turned to walked towards the desk, and Ariel caught sight of those gorgeous brown eyes, the same time the teacher said 'Kili,' she whispered it to herself.