• I was the 1st one ever changed.
    The 1st one of the new beginning, and this is my story.

    I was a small town girl. I don't have a lot of friends. I was usually quiet. I just wish I could communicate with people without using the mouth, and that’s where my story begins. My name is Aria. I was born on May 26, 1994. I am 14 years old, and my story begins on another ordinary day after school.
    "See you tomorrow," called Nina.
    "OK," I said. I was goin' over too Jiro house to study. He's my Boyfriend. We having been dating for a year now. We are both emo. People think we are creeps and freaks. But I didn't care, I loved him to much. Jiro opened the car door for me like he always did. He was 15, but his brother was 17. The reason that his brother is driving is because Jiro challenged him to an arm-wrestle. Jiro won! So now his older brother drives us after school to anywhere that we want! The car door slammed shut, and Jiro put his hands into mine. I smiled, I always did.
    Kaori (that’s Jiro's brother's name) turned on some music. It was country. Jiro and I looked at each other, disgusted. We both Hated Country Music. Kaori was doin' this on purpose. Finally, we got to their house. Jiro and I hurried out of the car has fast has we could, because the most horrible song of country was playing.
    Jiro said, " I hate it when he does that. Why does he have to be such an a**? I'm sorry for what my brother did. I'll beat him up then."
    I responded, "Not unless I get my hands on him first." Jiro laughed.
    We got to his door. We let go of our hands, because his parents didn't really like me, especially his mom. At least 1 person had to be home when I'm around with or without Jiro. Jiro apologized for that. After the 27 sorry I got from him, I had to show him I was cool with it. Jiro still apologizes though. We walked in.
    Jiro called, "We're home."
    He thinks of me has part of the family.
    Aria and I are goin' to study in the dining room,"
    he yelled to his mom and anyone else in the family that was home.
    We went past the nearly furnished living room, past the cleaned kitchen, into the dining room. The dining room had a chandelier that lit up the room, and a long wood table. My homework was English and Math. He had the same. It took us 30 minutes to do English. I'm really good at English! He isn't that good, so I help him out. Now in math, he has to help me! It took me an hour to do math. He had to explain everything to me. I SUCK in math. When it got too quiet his family checked on us too see what we were doin'. Well all they got was me trying to figure out problems in math.