Dear Diary, I Have A Mate
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Dear Diary, I Have A Mate
Abbie Lynn
ISBN: 978-1-68030-954-6
©Abbie Lynn 2018
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Epilogue
DEDICATION
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Prologue
June 2
Dear Diary,
I have a mate. What is a mate? I don't know. I think it means friend.
I don't have friends. I don't talk to anyone, besides you. I don't even write in school. People think I'm stupid. It's him, Diary. It's Tyson. I don't know what it is about him; well I guess I do know. It's everything about him. Everything he does makes me smile. It's him—he makes me want to talk. He makes me feel like me again. I want to talk to him, I really do, but I have to do what's best for me. He might even be what's best for me. I'm lost Diary… I need help or maybe a friend. If I had a mom I would ask her. If I talked I would ask Ty what he wants with me. If I showed emotions I would show everyone that Arrabella James Middleton is a real person with real thoughts and feelings. However, Diary I don't talk. I haven't talked since I was eight years old. You're the only person I talk to, or write I suppose. I don't know where I stand anymore; I'm just so confused...
~Aria
Chapter 1
3 Months Earlier
I walked up to my house and looked at it for a minute. Sure it looked nice on the outside, but the inside was a hellhole.
I took a breath and walked in. My father lay passed out on the couch. I rolled my eyes and prepared dinner. I set it on the table so that when he woke up it would be there, maybe then he would appreciate me.
Then again, I had been making him dinner ever since my mom went to rehab, and he never once said thank you.
“Arrabella?” I heard him ask.
I turned and looked at him.
“You start school tomorrow,” he reminded. I shrugged my shoulders. He got up, and I flinched back.
“Calm down, I'm not in the mood to waste my energy on you,” he sleepily spat.
I nodded and then headed upstairs. I don't like school. Then again what teenager does?
I sighed to myself and thought about all the strange looks, and same questions I would be getting tomorrow.
I stopped talking when I was eight. That was nine years ago. I just stopped. Who just stops talking? Well me, but I have my reasons. I wasn't being heard anyways.
People thought I was weird or deaf. I didn't write or talk, I just occasionally nodded so that they knew I wasn't stupid. I'm not stupid. I'm actually quite smart. I only write in my diary. Otherwise I don't write, talk, or even laugh.
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March 3
Dear Diary,
Today is my first day of school. I'm a little nervous. I guess we'll see how it goes.
~Aria
I got up when my alarm rang at six in the morning. I don't mind waking up early; I just wouldn't do it if I had the choice.
> I pulled on some jeans and a simple pink hooded sweatshirt. I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I brushed my teeth and combed through my hair. My brown hair was straight and simple. Besides who was I trying to impress anyways?
I walked on the path my dad directed me to, and I was off. I hope I can get through the day without getting noticed. I walked up to the school and noticed a lot of eyes on me. I hate when people stare at me.
I looked down walking and continued towards the office; it was a small school, so I don't think I could get lost.
I opened the door to the office, and the lady behind the desk gave me a warm smile.
“Are you Arrabella?” she asked. I nodded and gave her a small smile.
“Well here is your schedule. Don't stress about your first day. Just be yourself and I'm sure you will fit right in,” she encouraged.
I nodded and then waved. She waved back and I went in search of my locker.
“No, but I hear there's a new girl, so you better check her out.” I heard someone demand.
“Hey I think that's her. I won't mind checking her out,” he replied.
I don't think they knew that I could hear them. I also heard the first guy growl a no.
I put some of my stuff in my locker and then I turned around to head to my first class of the day, English.
I walked in and sat by the window. I was one of the first ones there so I sat down and started reading.
“Twilight?” An amused voice said from beside me.
I looked up slightly startled.
“I didn't mean to scare you.” He chuckled, sitting down next to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his vibrant light brown ones. He was gorgeous, and I just wanted to run my hands through his dark brown silky looking hair.
I shoved my thoughts away and then nodded. This boy was a god compared to my boring brown hair and green eyes.
“What's your name?” he asked.
Arrabella. I thought. How do I tell him that? I pulled out my schedule from my backpack and pointed to my name.
“Arrabella?” He read.
NO! I almost shouted. How do I tell him to call me Aria?
I shook my head and smiled.
“No, how about Bella?” He suggested. I shook my head no again, pointing to the Twilight book; I don't want the name of a girl who for some reason picks a dead guy over a werewolf.
“Aria?” He tried. I smiled. Well that was easy.
“Where did you go to school before?” he asked.
Why is he so interested? I sighed not knowing how to tell him.
“What? Was it that bad?” he asked.
I smiled and shook my head no.
“So I need to know something: werewolves or vampires?” he asked, pointing to my book.
I rolled my eyes and then opened the book and pointed to Jacob's name.
“Werewolf.” He grinned.
I nodded.
“Um, can you, er, talk?” I froze. I could but that's not technically what he was asking.
I shrugged in response.
“Oh so you can. You're just being difficult,” he teased.
I shook my head. There is no way I can play this game with him; I need to stay away from him.
“You can hear me, right?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Just say one word,” he pleaded.
I used my hands to make a can't motion.
“You can't?” he guessed.
I nodded.
“Sorry.”
I shrugged and faced forward. When the bell rang I shot out of my seat and headed outside. I had a break after that hour.
I sat with my back against a tree, continuing to read my book.
I heard some people approaching so I looked up.
“Hey Aria,” the boy greeted. He had some other guys with him this time.
I stood up and was about to leave when he begged, “No, don’t leave.”
I shook my head, trying to tell him I wanted to leave.
“You can't?”
I shook my head again.
“Listen just stay,” he pleaded. I sighed and then looked behind me; it was stupid, but it was a habit. No one's watching I told myself, sitting back down.
“Were you looking for someone?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
“Well I kind of forgot to tell you in English, but I'm Tyson.” He smiled. It didn't really matter to me; I was never going to call him that.
“This is Carter, Jason, and Alex.” He smiled, pointing to each of the boys who had also sat down with him.
I nodded.
“Arrabella,” someone called from my left. I looked over and saw the lady from behind the desk.
I smiled and waved.
“Can you fill this out?” she asked, handing me a clipboard.
I took it from her and looked it over.
“You can turn it in at the end of the day,” she added.
I nodded and then looked at it again.
I checked the female box, the white box, and the numbers for my birthday; I couldn't fill out the others though. If I did it would be talking in writing form, and I can't, not when people are watching.
I set it aside and sighed.
“You didn't finish it.” Tyson stated, pointing to the unanswered questions.
I did the same signal for can't as I did earlier and he nodded.
“Do you want me to help you?” He offered.
I shook my head no.
“I'm going to help you.” He grinned, grabbing the clipboard and scooting to sit next to me.
“Do you have any allergies?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Really? What?”
I pointed to Alex's sandwich.
“Peanut butter,” Tyson growled.
“Throw that away and go wash your hands!” Tyson demanded. Alex did it without a second thought.
I sighed, shaking my head.
“How bad is it?” he asked.
I shook my head back and forth to tell him it wasn't too bad. He nodded and then wrote down so-so. I almost laughed, but I held it in.
“What is your full name?”
I took out my schedule and pointed to it.
“Arrabella J. Middleton?”
I nodded.
“What does the J stand for?” I turned red and smiled.
“Is it embarrassing?”. I nodded. My middle name was James! A boy's name, but hey what can I say? My father wanted a son.
“I'm going to figure it out,” he teased.
I shook my head.
“Okay let's see. I know you are a senior and let's see what else is there? Oh, previous school?” he asked.
I took out a penny and pointed.
“Lincoln High?”
I nodded.
He laughed and then nodded.
“Team work,” he added.
He handed it back to me, and I put it in my backpack.
I stood up; I might as well take it to the office now.
“Are you going to take that to the office?” Tyson asked.
I nodded.
“I'll walk with you.”
I shook my head no, but he ignored me and kept walking beside me.
I handed it in the office and then went to my locker.
The warning bell rang and I started to walk towards our English classroom because I remember that history was near that.
I waved to Tyson and walked in.
I sat in history and barely listened to the teacher.
Tyson is so different. He's just so friendly? I can't even explain it. I wish I could talk to him. Maybe even call him Ty. Yeah, Ty is a cute name.
The bell rang so I stood up and walked over to the science hallway. I walked into chemistry and sat down.
“Hey Aria.” Ty beamed.
I nodded and continued to doodle on my notebook.
“What are you drawing?”
I shrugged. I wasn't drawing anything. In fact I was just scribbling.
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I raised my eyebrows in interest.
“Whenever you want to say something, you can write it down.” He smiled, pulling out a notepad.
I shook my head.
“Can you write?”
I shrugged.
“Is that a yes?”
I sighed. He wasn't going to let up so I smiled and then I put the notepad in my backpack.
He seemed content with that so I continued to doodle in my notebook.
I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't want to get lost in his eyes again, his amazing brown eyes, so I kept my head down.
When the bell rang I sighed; it was lunchtime.
I grabbed my bag and headed outside. I had no lunch money.
I sat down and pulled out Twilight.
“Hey Aria.” Ty smiled, sitting across from me. I smiled at him but then frowned when I saw him sitting down.
“What's wrong?”
I sighed; he should be sitting with his friends.
I pointed over to where Jason and Carter were sitting.
“Do you want to sit over there with them?”
I panicked, shaking my head and pointing at him.
“I should, oh I should be sitting over there.”
I nodded.
“Okay, let's go.” He shrugged.
I shook my head and went back to my book.
“Aria,” he sighed.
“Arrabella.”
I looked up and raised my eyebrows at him. What does this kid want from me?
“Either you come with me over there or I stay here with you.” He shrugged.
I stared at him like he was crazy.
“Don't give me that look.” He chuckled.
I shrugged and then smiled at him, actually smiled.
“Aren't you going to eat?” he asked concerned.
I shook my head.
“Why not?”
I sighed. It's hard not being able to talk to him. I want to talk to him, to ask him what he thinks he's doing, but if I do that I will have to explain why I act the way I do. It will lead to endless questions that I will be expected to answer and I can't do that. I will remain mute even if it kills me a little every day. Hell, it's killed me a little every day since I stopped, since it happened.