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Oh Aria, So Secretive
Ring, Ring. Aria Montgomery's silver touch screen cell phone rang loudly. Aria emerged from under her white duvet with the purple accents, twisting her hair up into a high side ponytail. She walked over to her honey colored oak desk and picked up her cell phone, annoyed at whoever was texting her at 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday.
ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE read her phone. She clicked the black bubble and watched as her screen changed into a white background with navy blue all-caps writing. She rubbed her chocolate brown eyes to get a better view, poking the phone right in front of her face so she could see without her contacts. Suddenly, she stopped rubbing her eyes. Her mouth dropped open so wide she was sure that her jaw was going to snap right off of her face. The words filtered into her head, the theme of the message way too familiar. Aria didn't even need to check the infamous signature to know who it was from.
Wake up and smell the sweet scent of revenge. Don't know what I'm talking about? Ask Mike. – A.
"Ask Mike?" Aria blurted out loud. Her heart started racing so fast she had to sit back down on her bed in order to stop herself from fainting. Her breath quickened until she was hyperventilating.
"Aria?" Her dad, Byron, poked his head into her dimly-lit room. Aria jerked her attention to the side where her Dad was, dropping her phone onto her white cotton pillow.
"Everything okay?" Her Dad asked her. Aria looked around her bed for her phone, and when she spotted it she pulled her covers over the fluorescent screen.
"Yeah, fine," Aria answered, standing up and walking over to her closet to pick out an outfit for the day. Her Dad's hazel eyes followed her.
"You sure?" He asked her again. Aria opened her in-between dark and light wood colored closet door and started sifting through her similar outfits. She turned around and leaned against the door post and gave her Dad a small nod. Her Dad raised his eyebrows slightly, but when his daughter didn't crack, he turned and walked away down the hallway. Aria sighed and turned back around to pick out an outfit. She decided on a black semi-puffy skirt with a black and white striped tank top that she would tuck in. She threw her selection onto her bed and leaned down to her shoe collection. She had so many variations of the classic black high heel. She lifted a pair of old gray Converse flats. She swung her wood bedroom door closed. Everything in her room was wood. Her walls, her floors, her doors, her desk, even her vanity was made out of light colored wood. She traded in her red sweatpants that she used to sleep in and her simple black t-shirt for her new outfit.
"Aria, we have to go soon!" Aria's mother, Ella, called up the stairs. Aria rolled her eyes and peeked at herself in her vanity mirror. Her skin was pale and looked stunning against her mostly-black outfit. Her dark brown eyes were slightly small and her pale pink lips looked unusual, on account that she always wore enough makeup to hide her insecurities. She opened one of her wooden vanity drawers and pulled out her black and white checker boarded makeup case and rushed out of her bedroom, into the shared hallway bathroom. She flicked on the yellow light of the narrow yet long bathroom and leaned over one of the white double sinks. The mirror covered the entire length of the neat white counter top. She placed her makeup case on the edge of one of the sinks and unzipped the black zipper. Three tubes of pink lip gloss fell out of the case and crashed down onto the white tile floor.
"Crap," She muttered, and leaned down to pick them up. She collected the glosses in her hand and set them down on top of the counter, unscathed. Just as she was about to stand back up, a gleaming object caught her attention. She leaned under the cabinets and poked at the object with her black painted fingernail. It was cold and silver and probably made of steel. She lifted it in her hands and held it up to her face. She couldn't quite make out what it was, so she did whatever she did with anything useless. She threw it into the turquoise trash bin next to the porcelain toilet.
"Aria!" Shouted Ella again. Aria stuffed the lip glosses back into her case and pulled out a black eyeliner pencil.
"Just a minute," Aria replied as she pulled off the clear plastic cap of the eyeliner. She drew two even lines under her eyes and one over. She slapped the pencil down near the mirror and searched her bag for her nearly empty black mascara.
"Where the heck is it?" Aria scolded herself. She stopped searching and threw her hands up in the air. Finally, she grabbed a random lip gloss and shoved it in her skirts pocket. She pulled out the yellow elastic ponytail holder and let her almost-black hair flow smoothly over her shoulders in loose waves. She leaned down and opened one of the matching white cabinets underneath the counter.
"ARIA!" Ella shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay, Okay!" Aria selected a tall bottle of aerosol hairspray in a silver shiny bottle. She snatched off the cap and pushed down the white button. A mist of foggy gray-white surrounded her head. She put the cap back on and noisily slammed the hairspray can down on the counter, closed the cabinet, and turned off the light.
"Oh crap," She muttered and she ran into her dark room. She uncovered her cell phone and locked it with the black button on the side. She ran down the hallway, practically flew down the white carpeted stairs and shot out the door so fast she couldn't even think about the revolting message she had received just an hour ago.