One Big Secret.

Arile Fisher. Let's describe her in Sim traits, shall we? Grumpy, oh no doubt especially when she doesn't get her Ice-coffee from McDonald's. Loner, while her two older siblings are party goers, she sits in her room, staring at her computer screen, which is almost always on Tumblr. Clumsy, you know sponge bob's cousin? Yeah, thats her. Loser, the only thing she can win is "how fast can you eat your dinner?" which of course isn't a bad thing, to some people. And finally, bookworm. You can always find her nose in a book, or on her phone reading a book. Now, let's to the point. Arile has a secret, a BIG secret. I'm talking mumbo-jumbo drink size's at the State Fair. Behind the bookshelf in her room, is a secret passage-way. Oh yeah, the whole Nancy Drew package right here. Now in that secret room is a big machine. Not what you were expecting right? Well guess what? That machine is a time machine.

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1. Chapter 1: Not into turtle necks.

*Arile's P.O.V*
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"Arile wake the fuck up!" I hear the high-pitched scream of my satan spawn of sister: Bailey Fisher.

"Already awake." I sing-song back. Ahem, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Arile Fisher.

The what you call "black sheep" of  my family. I slip on my usually attire a large sweater, dark blue skinny jeans, and sneakers. My sister on the other hand likes skimpy shorts and tight tank tops.

I step outside my door just in time to see my sister wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Didn't you wear that yesterday?" She questions snobbishly. "No, you're mistaken, I wore a blue long sleeve and pale blue skinny jeans." I correct matter-of-factly. "Whatever." She huffs and turns around to leave the house for school.

 

"Least I'm not into turtle necks." I call out to her.

 

"Arile, could you maybe not piss off our sister today?" That voice belongs to my football player brother, Adam. He leans against the door shirtless with sweatpants. "Nope." I say popping the p. "Afraid, I can't do that, pissing off our dear sister is one of my most important jobs." I smirk.

He sighs and says "God, you talk like you're from the medieval ages, grow up for god's sakes please." He slams the door shut. 
My smirk falls and I stand there frowning. Great, I've started the day off bad. Again.

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Walking into school, me trailing behind as always, we spilt and scatter to our friends.

My sister and her five best friends and their boyfriends, my brother with the school jock's.

Oh and me, with my one friend. I've tried to make friends with other girls, it didn't work. Her name is Carissa.

Listen up, Carissa gets me, oh and I mean gets me. The other girls just talk about Channing Tatum and how super duper hot he is. Don't get me wrong, he is hot, but I'd rather talk about Sherlock and John Watson, Brendon Urie, Destial. Don't get me started on Destial. 

 

I get to talk about myself with Carissa, I get to be myself, with Carissa. That's the greatest feeling ever to me.

"Hey sexy lady." Carissa winks at me. "Right back at you." I reply with a grin. "So, how was this morning?" "On a scale of one to ten how bad did you piss off Bailey?" She asks seriously. "Eh, maybe six or seven?" I say slowly.

"I think I pissed off my brother too."  I say reminded of the scene.

Carissa smiles big and says "Ooooh double score!" She pats my arm. "Great job my lady, now off to the hell hole we call Mrs. Huggin's classroom." She finishes off with a spooky voice. 

 

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