Art of falling

. She had spent the entire summer avoiding thoughts of school, but now th

er best friend, Emily: "Hey, girl!

and typed out a reply: "Ugh, I'm n

s mom poked her head into the room. "H

ng to play it cool.

be fine. Just be yourself and ma

d her backpack and headed downstairs to fuel

ly's messy morning routine. Her dad was scrambling eggs, while her little brother

rt and normalcy wash over her. Maybe

would mark the beginning of a y

illed with her favorite sandwiches and snacks. "Don't forget, I've got a

ol, but she also hated the chaos that came with it. New classes, new teac

out from the living room, "Aria, don't forget you

d her backpack. She had already memorized her

ria headed out the door with her mom's reminder to "h

irst day, but Aria navigated them with ease. She had been going to

e star quarterback, who was already surrounded by a group of adoring freshmen. There was also Em

er her combination. "Girl, you'd for

a on the arm. "Shut up!

. "I know, me too. But we've

d to their first period class. As they walked, Aria couldn't help but f

ould i