▽ My Generation (Blue Light) By Sunderland

               ➣ four

''Ariella! Hurry Up Or You're Gonna Be Late!'' I called as I placed her sandwich -filled with ham, swiss cheese, lettuce and tomatoes and a small amount mayonnaise- into a small brown paper bag, along with her small water bottle.

It's been about a week since Ariella and I moved into Beacon Hills, and today we both start school day. Ariella is in a preschool that's not too far from here, where as I -of course- was placed back into Beacon Hills High.

''Okay mommy'' Ariella announced, instantly turning to her to see her standing at the little entry/exit of the kitchen. She stood wearing a black short sleeve t-shirt, black jeans, and wore a over sized blue and white plaid flannel with a pair of black converse.

The flannel reminds me of a geeky person that I always seem to have in mind, every single day.

''Aww'' I gushed. Kids don't usually dress like this, usually they would go for something more colorful but this is good.

''Ready?'' She asked, holding out her hand. I handed her, her bag of lunch as we both went into the living room to grab our bags.

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''So class, we have a new-.. old student, I would say today so everyone give Juliet a warm welcome.. The friendly way, no any sexualization being apart of it'' Coach Finstock introduced as I stood in front of the class. I bit one corner of my lips to stifle a laugh. He's always been the crazy one.

''Anyway, you can sit next to Martin''. He showed off a short smile before returning to his desk.

That name. How could I ever forget.

Lydia, as in The Lydia Martin. She was the typical cliche plastic that was social ruler of the school. Apparently, she was that girl every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be.

I looked at the desk to the familiar strawberry blonde, seeing it nice and open.

As I approached, she smiled towards me, observing my face for a few more lingering seconds before looking down at her work.

As I started getting some materials out, she whispered, ''Juliet.. That name rings a bell?''.

I turned to her to see her looking at me again, her eyebrows knitting inches closer together in curiosity as her teeth grazed upon her eraser.

I shrugged my shoulder in response, when really I was wondering how the hell can I be familiar to her?? She seemed to let the topic go as she slowly turned back to her book full of notes, proceeding with them.

After a couple of minutes in, I had a whole page written down when I heard,

''You went to one of my parties''.

I promptly became motionless.

'Why is she remembering this? Why now? ', I wondered, as I prayed that she wouldn't remember anything else.

''In freshman year, I had a birthday party and someone snuck in some liquor. Everyone got drunk and you were wild... I remember you'' She stated. That was surely the most... Interesting -persay- birthday party I've ever been to.

''Seems like a blur'' I replied, quickly trying to end this conversation.

''What ever happened to you? You left right in the middle of freshman year.. And now your back?'' She questioned once again. Luckily I thought of some back up in case any of these questions popped up.

''I had to move to Arizona because of my dad's job''. That'a girl.

''What profession does your dad do?'' She continued to ask.

''He works in a company. The company he works in sells basically general items'' I informed. Damn am I good or what?

''What happened that made you're family move back?'' She asked. She leaned forward a bit, completely and utterly interested in the topic.

''His spot wasn't exactly working out so he got demoted'' I explained. I can't believe I'm actually lying to the Lydia Martins face right now.

She opened her mouth to say something but instantly closed it. She watched me for a moment and for a split second, I almost thought she didn't believe my act.

''I think we'll be good friends'' She stated with a bright smile. She hummed triumphantly as she fiddled with her pencil.

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''No, trust me when I say it do not get that'' Lydia stated, pointing the small chocolate pudding cup I was reaching for.

I glanced at her with a questioning look. ''Let's just say looks can be deceiving''.

She grabbed a spoon and walked out of line, but stood near it as she waited for me. I decided to take her advanced and followed.

''So I'm guessing last time you remember me I sat with all the lacross players and such.. Am I right?''. I nodded, remembering every single detail of freshman year.

''Well, things changed. Now I sit with different people who are way cooler than the last''.

It all sounded mischief and I was slowly starting to regret my decision of becoming her friend.

''They're over there''. She pointed and as soon as my eye's landed upon the table of people she pointed at, my heart might as well had fallen to my butt.

''You sit with them?'' I questioned. There was two females that I can't say I recognized whereas there are two males. Two males I happen to reckon very well.

I was mostly curious as to when did Lydia sat with him.

''Shocker, I know'' She exhaled, a small smile forming as she does so.

''But they're really cool and.. They're like the only ones whose been there for me through thick and thin''.

The corner of my lips tugged into a smile.

''Lyd-''.

''Okay now let's go'' She quickly interrupted as she marched her way over. I followed, but I didn't exactly matched her speed.

Every step closer and closer had my knees wobble. My palms started to sweat, causing the grip I had on my tray to be quite irritating. My eye's averted everywhere, avoiding once gaze because I knew that all of their eye's was on me, even if I haven't approached the table yet.

''.. We met in Finstocks class. Apparently she used to be here and I was like the only one that remembered her'' She spoke proudly as I finally arrived to the table.

Lydia seemed to be pleased with my presence unlike one of the females who was sitting there. One of the girls -who I think is Japanese- had a welcoming smile, the other female just stared at me. Criticizing me with her eye's. The two boys just smiled as well.

''Well come on, sit'' Lydia urged, patting the available spot next to her. I set my tray on the table, carefully sitting down, queasy as I felt my nerves slowly getting the best of me.

''So Juliet, this is Scott, Kira, Scott's girlfriend, Stiles, and Malia, Stiles' girlfriend'' Lydia introduced. I almost frowned when she informed me of Stiles current relationship.

'Maybe I shouldn't have moved back...', I thought as I forced a smile.

''Juliet, Lydia says you moved to Arizona. What's it like over there?'' Kira asked, smiling brightly as she rested her arms on the table.

''It's nice really, only the summers there can be brutal'' I replied, slowly feeling welcomed by Kira and Lydia, although I'm not sure if it was just me, but Malia's eyes just contentiously glared at me.

''Well Juliet, I'm gonna throw a party tonight, last minute I know, and you guys are the first to be invited'' She announced with a kind gesture.

''I'm sorry I can't. My parents are going out tonight and I have to watch my little sister''. A complete and utter lie. But whose gonna notice.

''Well, I can cancel and swing by-'' She offered but I quickly denied.

''No it's fine. Really'' I reasoned. Scott's head fell to the side a bit as his lips slightly ajar, squinting his small almond shaped eye's at me.

Now two weird glares are eying me and I seem to be feeling smaller.

''Okay.. I guess the party is still on. Spread the word''.

I guess you can say this is the con's about being a teen mom.

× × ×

''So-'' I started as Ariella and I both jumped on the couch, our butt's slowly sinking into the cushion.

''How was your day?'' I questioned.

''It was great, beside the fact that there was these two girls who were jealous about my outfit''.

I almost wanted to laugh at how adorable the level of confidence she set for herself.

''How were they being jealous?'' I asked as I took off my boots with my feet.

''They asked me who dressed me this morning and I told them me, and they said you should of let someone else do that''.

A smirk was plastered on my face as my eyebrows had risen.

''So what did you do?'' I asked as my aim now was to take off my socks with only my feet, being that I was way too comfortable to move of the sort.

''I told her, well who still passes frogs as shirts'' She reminisced a little too enthusiastically. My lips curved into the perfect oval shape as my eye's widen.

''What did they say?'' I asked, my feet finally set free as I directed them to the little coffee table in front of us, my little toes reaching for the remote.

''She said that her mom said it was cute and I said, you're a sucker to believe a liar and then they said what ever and left'' She finished as she watched my attempts of grabbing the remote.

''That's right, you make those girls feel second best'' I encouraged as I brought my legs towards me, the remote in between both of my feet. I grabbed it, letting my legs return back to the floor as I turned on the TV.

''Your silly mommy'' She stated as she started laughing. I turned to her and squinted my eye's playfully.

''Am I as silly as a froggy shirt?'' I asked, a smirk playing as I was trying to resist a laugh.

''Yes''. Her head went up and down as she said so.

''Awesome'' I replied, turning back to the TV, hearing her having a full on laughing fit of my choice of words. I smiled as her childish laugh extended throughout the apartment.

I'd chose this over a party any day.