Like Stars That Shined: Almost 25000 word!! TIME TO CELEBRATE Chapter Three:

by NightOwl0_0 (a girl who is in love with reading and writing)

A/N: This is when it starts to get different but A LOT better. Aria's POV!!! I love this chapter!! I'm very proud. I wanna thank everyone who has comment here are some of the comments that people posted on Chapter Three: different post

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Chapter Three: Hope ya enjoy!

“…and Jacob and I haven’t spoken to each other for like a week,” I said, to my best friend Peyton.

“Well, it seems to me that you need a guidance counselor,” Peyton said, “and you know there is one right around the corner,”

I just looked at my friend; a person that gives you guidance would be a parent, not a complete stranger.

“I have my parents if I need anyone to talk to,” I said.

“Problem solved,” Peyton said, slamming her book shut on the Cafeteria table. Peyton stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I am going to schedule an appointment for you to go see the guidance counselor,”

With that she grabbed her book and she hurried off to the counselor’s officer. I rolled her eyes; Peyton always loves to help other people.

She’s trying to get me to go to the stupid counselor, and look at her situation she has an abusive father and a mother who likes to date every guy around. And she’s telling me I should go to the school counselor?

The school bell rang, and I gathered my book and joined the crowded corridor. Ezra, the school bully, was too busy beating the new kids up to notice the absence of his girlfriend, Mya. I knew all to well where Mya was, she was making out with someone in the girls bathroom. His name was Marcus; he is one of the best looking 8^th grader in the school. He has curly brown hair, with gorgeous brown eyes. The only bad thing about him is that he has had many girlfriends, not at the same time, but he had at least ten girlfriends just in 8^th grade.  I couldn’t name them all even if I wanted to, I’m  just  glad he stayed away from Peyton and I, even though I would love to be his girlfriend, I knew he never got serious with any of his girlfriends…except Jenny. Back in 5^th grade Marcus had a girlfriend, Marcus and Jenny was thinking of getting married and having kids and all that kind of stuff, until she was diagnosed with leukemia, she died before middle school started. Ever since then he’s been dating a lot of girls, he never got serious with them though. At one point I actually felt sad for him, but then I think about all the girls who end up watching romances all day while eating junk food after Marcus breaks up with them. The bell rang, and I hurried off to Spanish class. Mrs. Martinez was busy hanging up pictures of cartoon characters with different kinds of expressions.

“Ah, my favorite student,” Mrs. Martinez said as soon I entered the classroom, thank god nobody was in class yet, I definitely don’t arrive early, the other students just arrive late.

“You are aware that you’re not supposed to pick favorites right?” I asked.

She smiled, she was so nice. She was my favorite teacher here at Meredith’s Middle School, she was caring, sweet, and she’s just a fun teacher.

“I am completely aware, but the other students who arrive later can’t be my favorites, can they?”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I simply nodded anyway.

“Here,” She said, handing me a picture, “What expression does this character have on his face?”

I stared at the picture; it was a picture of Spongebob Squarepants.

“Happy?” I asked.

She smiled and clapped her hands.

“Right you are,” She said, “But what is he in Spanish?”

I had to think.

“Feliz…?”  I asked.

She nodded, and clapped her hands yet again. Mrs. Martinez was probably the happiest person alive besides my parents, whom were doing very well! I took a seat at my usual desk, the 1^st line, first desk, right up front. You would think the 1^st line would start as soon as you enter the classroom, but it starts all the way across the room by the big glass window. Kids started piling into the room, unaware I was already in there. I’m not exactly popular, but I’m definitely not an outsider. I have my best friend, Peyton, and I have a few acquaintances.

“Sit down,” Mrs. Martinez said, as she winked at me. “We have an important assignment today for you all to do. I am going to partner you guys up and you have to interview each other, here are the questions,” She handed all of us a piece of paper. Here are the questions:

1. What would be your dream vacation?
2. Do you have a pet? If so, what is it? And what is he/she name?
3. From 1-10 how popular are you?
4. Have you ever felt sympathy for one another?
5. How many siblings do you have? If you have siblings, what are there ages and names?
6. Favorite subject in school?
7. Do you have a boy/girl friend?
8. What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?
9. What is the saddest thing that ever happened to you?
10. Do you consider yourself smart?
11. Are you having any family troubles?
12. Are your parents divorced? If not, from 1-10 how happy and content are they?
13. What is your dream job?
14.  Will you ever get married?
15.  Will you have any kids in the future? If so, how many?

Those were all the questions; I would definitely have a hard time answering some of those questions.

“What’s the catch?” Ezra shouted from the back.

Ezra and his minions always sit in the back of all the classes and all the buses. One time a new kid sat in the back of the bus….and let’s just say he didn’t look so good afterward…

“For example: Arianna,” She pointed to me, “Is your partner, she asks you the questions and you ask her the questions then Arianna writes your answer down in Spanish and you write her answers down in Spanish,”

Ezra nodded. The one person I didn’t want to be partnered with would be Ezra…and Christina. Christina is let’s just saying…the queen of mean! She’s horrible. After class, Peyton caught up with me in the corridor.

“Hey,” I said, “How was French?”

She shrugged.

“Boring as usual…” she said. I laughed, I actually liked to learn, Peyton on the other hand…

“You have an appointment with Mr. Yardley, the guidance counselor,” Peyton said.

I wasn’t surprised at all; Peyton always does these kinds of things.

“Okay,” I said.

With that I hurried off to Mr. Yardley’s office. I knocked on the door slightly, maybe he wouldn’t hear me and maybe I wouldn’t have to talk to him.

“Come in,” A voice said to my disappointment.

I sighed, and I walked into the room. I have gone to this school for like three years and I have never seen the guidance counselor in my life. No wonder he heard that low knock, he’s got these huge, gigantic ears. I had to put my hand over my mouth to prevent a giggle.

“Hi, Mr. Yardley,” I said, walking into the office, “My name is Arianna Jones, and I would like to speak to you,”

“Of course,” He said, “Don’t they always?”

He started to laugh.

I forced a smiled. Was I supposed to laugh? Where’s the joke?

He stopped laughing and motioned me to sit down.

“What can I do for you, Miss. Jones?” He said, as he stood up and shook my hand.

“Uh, I have been having trouble with…friends,” I said.

“If you were having trouble with them, then they aren’t your friends,” He said.

He had a point, this guy was good.

“What kind of trouble?” He asked.

“One of my friend, her name is Giovanni, she moved to France last year, and she’s been sending me these texts and they are really mean, and I don’t know what to do,”

“She has obviously moved on with you and her being friends,” He continued, “For starters, tell her how you feel, and then if she continues then change your number and delete her contact,”

Why didn’t I think of that?

“Thanks,” I said, “I also have this other problem, I have been friends with this kid that lived across the street from my house, his name is Jacob he goes to this school. Just recently he has been avoiding me, and ignoring all of my calls and texts, what should I do?”

He didn’t answer at first, but then he did.

“Did you do anything to make him mad?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Maybe, your friendship doesn’t mean anything to him, or maybe he’s just changed,”

“What do you mean…changed?” I asked.

“Maybe…he met new people, moved on…maybe he started hanging out with a different kind of kids,”

I shrugged.

“Jacob is not one to ditch me for someone else,” I said.

“Were you and Jacob ever in a romantic relationship?”

My jaw dropped. Of course not, ugh! That would be totally disgusting, he’s my friend…

“No,” I said, “Never in a million years,”

“Hmm,” He said, “Maybe he knows you don’t have feelings for him, but he has feelings for you,”

Never thought of that, I thought.

“Possibly,” I said, “So what’s the solution?”

“Let the kid have some space, then by a week’s time, confront him, and ask what’s going on,”

I nodded, and again, I shook Mr. Yardley’s hand.

“Thanks again,” I said.

“My pleasure,” he said.

With that I gathered my books, and hurried off to my locker.