Snippet #1954079

"Hey, girl."

A vein throbs hard in Aria's head and she glares sourly at the boy standing next to her in the hallway. She clutches her books ahrder to her chest and turns back to gaze at the new students entering the Academy for the first time. She could see them, their smiles, hopeful faces. A few of them, like her, apepared sullen, maybe even distressed. In front of her, a tall and slender boy with messy brown hair, is Larry, the boy who'd taken a liking to her last year. OF course, most people call Larry 'The General', for reasons that not even Aria could attempt to fathom.

The General gives a small chuckle and shakes his head. His arm wraps around Aria's thin shoulders and she offers him a death stare of doom. The General hardly flinches.

"You're such an ice queen." The General says, laughing. "I'm gonna thaw you out this year. Just you wait, Aria."

Aria squirms out of his grasp but she loses her hold on her text books, causing them to fall onto the ground. Her eyes narrow and she spins around furiously at Larry, who's supressing a grin.

"Clean it the hell up!" Aria hisses in a low voice. "Right now."

Larry puts his hands up in semblance of surrender and he bends down to gather up her books. Anthropology, psychology, astrophysics, and the like.

"You're such a dominatrix, Aria."

Aria stands, hands on her hips, smirking with sudden pleasure as Larry dusts off her books and hands them back to her. Her scowl returns quickly, however and, hugging them to her chest, Aria turns and walks to her dorm, 213, without a word or a backwards glance.