Part 25, Time To Move On

Ariana P.O.V


When I wake up, I take a shower, then wrap my hairbin a towl and put my robe on. I bake muffins and pancakes, then put out golden syrup, maple syrup and nuttela on the table. Then lay out some jugs of orange juice, apple juice and milk. Then I put a big bowl of fruit in the middle of the table. I leave a note saying I will be back and for my brother to look agter ny sister. I have 1 pancake and 1 muffin of my own, and I gulp it down with some milk. I go up stairs and put on my makeup. I then brush my hair and put it in a high ponytail. Then I open my wardrobe and take my robe off. I pick out my white t-shirt with a picture of Winona Ryder on it, with my blue cropped jeans that have a neat rip on each knee, and my black tms. Then I pack my gym bag with my white nike vest and my black shorts and a water bottle.


When I areive at the studio, I am bombarded with all my friends. They must have suspected that I was going through something tough, because they were being all kind and sympathetic. Then in the locker room Perri gives me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I change into my dance gear and walk into the studio. I take my position and rehearsals goes really well. Afterwards me and my squad go to squeeze where we all order juice and talk for hours. Then, Perri takes me back to his house, and since christmas is only a few days away, we decorate his christmas tree together. Then afterwards we talk for a while and we watch some christmas shows together.


When I get back to my house, I see I have a message from Lola. It reads : 'Ariana, your an ugly bitch, your a slut, your a hoe, your an idiot, you have taken everything away from me, you have got everything handed to you on a playe. I hate you. Come den fight me bitch'


I am in shock. Where is this coming from? She has no idea how much I have been struggling. How could she? She is not getting away with this.


I wash the dishes, then I put my little sister and brother to bed. I am thinking about what Lola messaged me half the night. I look at my phone, and it's her again talking about how I have it so easy, and just take everything from her. She sends more nasty messages. Each one is making me more angry.

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