"I will neither confirm nor deny your allegations."

My voice echoed inside the silent room. Everyone at the table sported different expressions. It was 7:42 AM now. Shit! I'm gonna be late.

Caleb was giving me a disbelieving look, whereas Mom was looking at me with narrowed eyes and Dad was just happily eating his breakfast.

Looking at the impatient expression on my face, Mom said, "Aria this could all go away if you just confess."

At this, Dad snorted and Mom glared at him. Jade Ashlyn Miller, also my mother, was a happy and playful person most of the time but when it came to the things she loved more than her husband, which couldn't be much more than five, the woman became vicious.

Now, I changed my approach. "I don't have anything to confess, Mother," I said in a formal manner.

"Oh drop the act, will you? We all know you have it," Caleb sneered, earning a nod from Mom.

I looked at Jack Peter Miller, also my Dad, hoping that he would get me out of this. He gave me a subtle nod and murmured, "Jade, honey, she will be late if you don't let her go now. Mae isn't coming today, either."

At this Mom looked at the clock and then at me, who had taken on an innocent expression and sighed, "I guess you should leave."

Hearing this, I got up from my chair gracefully. Not. Being the klutz that I am, I banged my little toe against the table. Ouch. After hopping around for a while, I could stand on two feet again.

My Mom with her blonde tresses and eyes as green as her name, eyes which I inherited from her, just sighed sympathetically and my Dad with his honey brown eyes and brunette hair, which I had inherited from him, was still enjoying his breakfast and Caleb, who was a carbon copy of my Dad, was snickering quietly at me.

After glaring at my younger brother and kissing Mom and Dad on the cheek, I took my backpack from the living room and made my way out of the house.

Usually, I would be getting a ride from my best friend Mae, but since she had a project she had to go in earlier than usual. It was okay though, since my school, Paradise High, was just a five-minute walk from my house. Obviously, I preferred the car ride to walking. I was one of the laziest humans ever to grace the earth with their wonderful presence.
My comfy bed was the love of my life.

Once my house was out of sight, I opened my bag and searched for the object that had caused such a ruckus at home. Taking it out, I looked at it with so much love that even my bed would be a little jealous.

For in my hands lay the one thing that had occasionally caused a war between my mother, my brother and me. Of course, I had said I didn't have it, but you would be a fool to confess that you have the last jar of Nutella.
What can I say, I really can't help my love for Nutella!

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I reached school with ten minutes to spare. Walking towards my locker, I greeted a lot of people on the way. Being the extrovert that I am, I had a lot of friends. I wasn't very popular, though Mae would like to argue otherwise. I just liked talking to people. But then again, it all came down to my Mood For The Day. I was mostly what you would call a cheerful person save for a few exceptions. Sometimes I would wake up on the wrong side of the bed and my inner bitch would come out to play. Apparently, my resting bitch face was very powerful and effective since no one would actually approach me at that moment.

Coming back to the present, I got my books from my locker and made my way to my first class for the day. I was actually happy about the first period for once, since it was English Literature. Our teacher, Ms.Diaz, was the coolest teacher ever. No one ever bunked her lecture because 1) They're amazing and 2) (in case of most boys) She's a red-haired, hazel-eyed beauty in her late twenties with cool vibes emitting from her like the smell of sweat emitting from a football player.

While walking towards my class, the crowd in the corridor suddenly parted like the Red Sea. Now, my school has it's fair share of clichès and that included the bad boys of Paradise High. They weren't exactly players, but they weren't innocent either.

There were four of them. Ethan Wright, the food-loving goofball with soft brown hair and warm brown eyes. We met in detention once and he was really sweet to me. Next was Matt Smith, the smooth flirt, who had all the female population of the school charmed with his dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Then was Owen Carter, the wise book-lover with his brown hair and hazel eyes. And lastly, Torryn Cole, the silent intimidator with his jet black hair and forest green eyes. He was (in my opinion) the hottest in the group, but he was cold towards anyone other than his three best friends and was almost always expressionless. Well, they were all a little cold towards everyone else since they were such a tightly knit group, but Torryn was just a little more closed off. I just realized how much of a stalker I sounded like. But I promise it's nothing like that!

Entering the classroom, the first thing I noticed was a tiny person waving her hands, jumping in her seat and calling me towards her all the while looking like a four-year-old high on candy.

I looked suspiciously at Mae Jackson, my best friend ever since birth. She was the badass, always-in-a-bad-mood, only-ever-wore-black kind of person with her black curls and black eyes which only added to her dark personality. To see her enthusiastic this early in the morning was rarer than seeing a headless chicken.

Sliding in the seat next to her, I greeted Mason, another good friend of ours. Mae clutched onto my hand (still bouncing in her seat) and almost screamed in my ear, "I heard from Rhea that they are going to announce the dates for the senior trip soon!"

Ah, yes. We were in our senior year now. And Mae had always loved the idea of going on a trip without parental supervision. Hence the excitement, I concluded.

"That's great! Now, where's the chocolate that you promised me?"

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