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WE DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

All She Wrote- Ross Copperman

Aria Montgomery has always been the outsider. In Rosewood, Pennsylvania, she was the girl who had pink stripes in her hair and ate lunch in the library as she read and wrote. She'd never had a place in this world. She felt like a stranger in her skin. Always had and probably always would. She spilled these words across the pages of her diary, waiting for the day she could escape to New York and finally feel like she belonged. It was only a few years before she could finally graduate and leave this horrid place, which judged everything and everyone.

Her writing helped to ease the pain, but she still cried at night, just like she had every other night of her life. It was like she wandered alone in the world, looking for that person who cared. That person who would take her as she was. Even when she was friends with Ali and the girls, she still felt alone. The girls would bond over boys and clothes while she was more of an individual. Those were never topics on her radar. She was more interested in music, books, and old movies. She never wanted to admit it, but she always had that small thought in the back of her mind that the girls would talk about her behind her back. She was the outsider of the group.

She thought that when she came back from Iceland that it would be different. She didn't know why she thought this. Maybe she thought she had grown over the course of her year abroad, but her first day back told her otherwise. Without Ali at her side, no one even asked her name. She went to the main office to retrieve her class schedule. Mrs. MacDonald, the secretary, was the only one happy to see her, which only made Aria feel worse. How sad was it that the only one to remember her was the office secretary? She took her schedule and headed to homeroom. It seems she had someone named Mr. Fitz. Mrs. MacDonald had said he was new also. That was a little comfort to Aria, but she didn't truly understand why. Teachers came and teachers went. Aria was an exceptionally well student and she did connect with some of her teachers before, but she couldn't think of why the name Mr. Fitz would give some comfort.

She walked into the room a few minutes late. She looked apologetically at Mr. Fitz. He seemed to understand her fear and simply gave an understanding smile and nodded. She took a seat in the front row to the far left, near a window. Nature was good for her writing. Mr. Fitz taught English, her favorite subject. That made her smile.

Mr. Fitz, like every new teacher, did that thing where you have to stand up, state your name, and say three things about yourself. "Hello, my name is Mr. Fitz. I graduated from Hollis College. I love old movies. To Kill A Mocking Bird is my favorite classic book," he told the class. Then he pointed to a student.

She smiled. They had much in common. She would like this year, having homeroom with Mr. Fitz. When it was Aria's turn, she stood up and said, "Hi, my name is Aria. I just spent a year in Iceland. I am a writer. My favorite song is Happiness by The Fray." She sat down, but caught Mr. Fitz staring at her.

Her first week at school was not as bad as she thought it would be. It was as if she had never left. She did the same things that she did before. Except now, instead of the library, she spent lunch with Mr. Fitz. Although it did strike her as odd that she enjoyed his company so much, she brushed it off.

There was this odd connection between her and Ezra. That's what he told her to call him, in private of course. It's not like she called him that in class. It turns out they were quite similar. She liked having someone that she could talk to, and not feel like an outcast. They both loved Romeo and Juliet and To Kill A Mockingbird, Happiness by The Fray, and "It Happened One Night". If he wasn't her teacher she would definitely be at risk for falling in love with him. But he was still her teacher, and she was still his student so she shoved that thought to the far corners of her mind and tried to control her feelings.

It was Saturday morning and she had survived her first week of school. She decided to treat herself to the one thing in Rosewood she had missed: Café Italia. It was an Italian café that served the best coffee and pastries in the world.

She was walking home from the restaurant when it started pour down rain. She tried to run for cover, but couldn't find anywhere. Just then, a silver Volvo pulled up next to her and rolled down the window. It was Ezra! He unlocked the door and she jumped inside. She smiled gratefully at him and he drove a ways up the road before puling over and grabbing a towel from the back seat and handing it to her.

"Thank you so much!" she said as she started to dry off.

"Your welcome," said the voice she had come to know this past week. She had a stray piece of hair stuck to her forehead. She would've fixed it, but Ezra beat her to it. He wiped it away from her eyes and his hand lingered there. She slightly turned her head towards him as his lips descended upon hers. It was filled with a forbidden passion, unknown to both of them. When they parted, their shocked eyes met. Slowly, they each broke into a smile.

This was her great escape. She had found her place, and now she's never going to be the same. It was beautiful because now she knows that there's somebody out there that wants to understand. There's somebody out there who takes her as she is. She felt at home with him. She'd known there had to be somebody somewhere... That's all she wrote...