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[ARIANA JACQUELINE PIERCE]

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[attr="class","sera-content"]Ariana could remember when she saw the movie Mean Girls. There was a scene where Lindsay Lohan's character Cady walks into the lunch room and looks around for somewhere to sit, and in her mind she went through the different groups at each of the tables. Ariana never understood how it could feel to be so out of place until she walked into Ellisville High School that morning. The situation of cliques played out in each of her classes that day. There were the jocks in the back of the room talking about their crazy weekend and the girls they were hooking up with. Her own cousin was one of them. Then there were the popular girls and the cheerleaders. At her old school she had been one of them, but now Ariana didn't know exactly where she stood. The situation had been playing out all morning where she just walked into class near last and would take whatever seat was open. She had sat around all types of people in her classes so far. Sometimes with the studious in the front, and sometimes she found herself in the back with the burnouts. Somehow in almost three months Ariana still found herself feeling like a bit of an outcast.

Ariana knew if she used who she was things wouldn't be so hard. People knew her cousin, and they liked him, and they knew her uncle was the mayor, so she was a good person to have around. She just had never found herself in a place where she had to meet new people. Her mom got married when she was young, so her step-father paid for the best private schools, and she remained friends with those same people through high school. Sure, she had been to the town every summer since she was a kid, but Ariana didn't know enough people to feel like she could really fit in there immediately. Ariana hated being pulled from her perfect life in Nashville, where her step-father, while divorced from her mother, continued to pay for things after the divorce.

With lunch, Ariana was not finding herself so lucky. She had walked as slowly as possible going to the cafeteria, but everyone seemed so distracted, talking to their friends at lockers, or fixing their hair and make-up. Enough people sat at the rectangle tables that she could see the clear division of the cliques. Popular people, athletes, creatives, and people she didn't even know the correct descriptor for. Ariana knew she should just take this opportunity to sit where she thought she should fit in, but she felt afraid as she walked into the large room.

At her old school, if she was in this situation, Ariana always had a clear place to sit down. She was a cheerleader. She dated two different guys on the football team at times. She sat with the popular people. She would be found either with her best friend or with her boyfriend of the moment next to her. Having to make a decision was just making a pit form in Ariana's stomach as she approached the cafeteria.

As she looked across the large room, Ariana spotted people from her classes. There was the guy who reached of weed and looked like he hadn't showered in a month was sitting at a table with a girl who looked a lot like him. Another table had a few people with their heads in their books, probably trying to finish up their summer reading at the last second before their next class. Then there were the two other cheerleaders who were chatting away like they were having the most important conversations of their lives. Ariana knew it was her best bet to take a seat with them. Things could look like they did at her old school.

Ariana took a breath as she began to walk toward the table. If she was going to finally take a seat at the table with the two girls, leaving just a couple seats open in between them, then she had to go ahead and do it before she ended up being that weird girl eating in the bathroom or something. Ariana was still feeling a little hesitant, but she couldn't turn back now as she approached the table. The young brunette brushed her long brown hair behind her shoulders as she finally took a seat at the table, almost afraid to say something, leaving two empty seats between her and the next girl, who had also been in one of her earlier classes. It was still a weird sensation for Ariana as she looked at the food she got, but did not intend to eat.

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[HARLEY KAY WALKER]

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[attr="class","day"] -NOT FINISHED JUST SAVING SO I DON'T LOSE IT- Even though she was a freshman these were all kids Harley had grown up with and known since she was little, so becoming a highschooler was not all that difficult. New place, New teachers but all the same old students. She fit in with ease, with the cheerleaders and the other popular kids. Harley had always been well liked but there was something exciting about being a part of the popular crowd. Being a dancer she was already way above skill level then most of the other girls on the cheerleading team even though she was probably the youngest. It wasn't something she let get to her head though.... or maybe she did as she never was the modest type. Her morning classes were far from her favorite as they dragged on and on, her day only looking up when lunch time finally came. Cafeteria food was probably the worst thing she could eat, except fast food. So she always brought a lunch from home, usually consisting of some pretty healthy food that most teenagers would scoff at. There was no struggle finding a place to sit. Since day one she had sat in the same spot, with the same people and the damn seat might as well have her name on it. The girls conversation were about pretty normal stuff, how awful their classes were, cheerleading practice, and gushing over the cute boys on the football team. She had never had a boyfriend before and really had never been interested until high school and falling into the popular crowd. Sometimes she found herself changing in order to fit in, but at the moment that did not bother her. The only thing that truly bothered her was the fact that some where in this school was this girl....not just any girl but apparently a half sister that was some big secret. She hated the girl, no despised her with all her being. Sadly she had never met the girl and was probably being pretty ridiculous but she was never one that was good at controlling her emotions. Like any other normal teenager would have done when she had found out about her sister she had done some snooping and found out what her name was. Then all she had to do was put a picture to the name, which thanks to the internet was a pretty easy task.  Harley was doing her best to avoid her and so far it had worked out great. As she sat their chatting with her friend she got a weird feeling as another presence had made themselves known. Harley looked at the girl in disbelief, with a almost disgusted look on her face. Out of all the people and seats in the school it just had to be that one person in that one seat that she never wanted to see. Her expression quickly changed to a smile though as she acknowledged the girl. Harley had spent her time wanting to hate this girl but had not really thought about what she would do if she actually met her. Her first thought was that she would go off in a crazy fit, but that wasn't really Harley's style. For now she needed to play it cool, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Study the enemy before making a move. Her friend was the only one who knew about this whole situation and had suggested that Harley might actually like having a sister if she gave it chance. Harley laughed at that idea, she didn't want some one to come in and potentially ruin her family or take anything away from her. The food here is trash Harley said to the girl noticing she hadn't touched her food. Your the new girl, right? she questioned. I'm Harley he quickly added. ARIANA JACQUELINE PIERCE words outfit music

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[attr="class","sera-content"]Ariana looked down at the food on her plate with a mild look of disgust on her face as she thought about the foods in front of her. The only food without meat had been some pasta, and the only sauce was alfredo, which didn't fit into her pescatarian diet because of the parmesan cheese used to make it. Next to the pasta sat a breadstick, which Ariana did not understand, because it was yet another simple carb on her plate. The only thing she would consider eating was the apple sitting on the side of her plate. The apple would keep her full for a short amount of time, and hopefully along with the water it could help her make it to her uncle's house before feeling like she needed something more to keep her stomach feeling full.

In her mind Ariana still couldn't bring herself to call the place her home, hoping her mother would get her life together again so she could return to her life in Nashville, although there were a few things from her past she would like to avoid in the future. Ariana knew her mother was unlikely to get herself together enough to be able to bring her back to Nashville and continue to pay for her old expensive private school. Ariana'a mother had always been somewhat flakey, and Ariana had always just thought it came from being so young compared to the parents of others. Her mother was sixteen when she got pregnant with her, and seventeen when she was born, so Ariana could only imagine how difficult it would be to raise a child without the help of the father at her age. Ariana knew over the past seventeen years her mother had worked hard to take care of her, and it had taken all seventeen to admit she needed the help of her brother when she ended up on her own again with a teenage daughter.

Ariana sometimes wondered about her father when she thought about how her mother had raised her for most of those years alone. She knew he was from Ellisville, and occasionally she would do something that in her mother's mind would remind her of him, but other than that, Ariana rarely heard about the man. She didn't even know whether or not he still lived in the town.

Ariana's eyes continued to glance around the cafeteria, wandering from group to group of people, taking in the sounds of other students' conversations. She didn't hear very many conversations clearly, instead most of it seemed to be just white noise to her. Ariana wasn't interested in their conversations anyway, unless the people were important. Her only goal while sitting at this table in the cafeteria was to begin to solidify that she, Ariana Pierce, was another of the many popular people at the school, which shouldn't be too difficult, given her uncle was the mayor, her cousin did every sport imaginable, and she was a cheerleader. Ariana would never list off these things aloud, but in her own mind it sounded like a very good justification of why people could label her as a member of the popular crowd at the school.

Ariana was relieved when she heard one of the girls address her. It was not someone saying she was out of place, and the girl didn't seem to be saying anything rude, which were both wins in Ariana's mind. She knew what other girls could be like, because she had been one of the mean ones, or not mean, but popular ones, who was selective about her friends, at her old school.

"I should have listened to the people who told me to bring my own food or settle on not eating," Ariana lied as she began to play with the apple slightly with her right hand. She was going to take her time with the one piece of food she was eating, because she knew she wouldn't have much she would want to eat when she got home. They lived in the south, and her uncle was a man with a busy work schedule, so there wasn't much food in the house, and what was in the house didn't fit very well in her strict diet.

"Yeah, I guess it's pretty obvious in a town where people knew everyone," Ariana's took note of how quickly the other girl spoke. Her mind must have been moving quickly from one thing to another, like from the food to how Ariana was new in the town, or at least somewhat new.

Ariana had spent two months of the year in the town, but it was never quite enough time to get to know people other than her cousin Aiden and one or two of his friends. Sometimes over the past couple years she considered trying to meet new people, or spending time trying to find out more about her mother's past in the town, like who her friends were, and who her father was, and why he could stay out of her life for seventeen years, but something always stopped her. Part of it was time, because she was there only two months of the year, but Ariana was also saving herself from disappointment, like the disappointment of finding out something like maybe he just didn't want to know her, or that he had another family and she just was a mistake of his past that he didn't want to face.

Ariana pushed these thoughts to the back of her head, because she was getting to start out fresh in the town. Ariana was getting to leave behind her last two relationships and everything that had happened back in Nashville.

"I'm Ariana," Ariana introduced herself as the other girl had. When meeting adults Ariana would use her last name, but people her own age didn't care that she was the mayor's niece or Aiden's cousin, or they did care about the second one, but Ariana didn't care so much. She just wanted to be popular and enjoy her life.

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