She was always more like a Gothic chick and mostly all to herself even before her mother’s death. Ariana could be easily described as a beauty with smoky black hair, red lips, a tight body, and deep dark blue eyes with a story hidden inside. She was like a red rose flower in the pale cold snow. Her broken personality she tried to hide while she was among her friends. She sat on a wooden bench behind the school puffing on a cigarette. It was the only way she could relax and keep the stress away just for a bit.
"Ariana!” A female voice shouted out.
Ignored it.
“Ring!” “Ring!”
The bells sounded for the first period.
Everyone was settling in class except for late Ariana and myself. Miss Jenny was already at the board writing up some quotes.
The voice of annoying Shelly "Ariana and Kk..."
