Numb13

Status:
Joined: April 20, 2013
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 357626
Gender: F

Numb

Aria is 17 years old and lives with her mother in Los Angeles. Over summer vacation, Aria goes to visit her father in Washington D.C. While there, she meets Isaac. Isaac is 19 years old and seems like the perfect boy for Aria. During the time that Aria is visiting her father, her and Isaac become very close to each other, so close that Aria believes that she is in love with him. When she goes back to Los Angeles to start her senior year of high school, she finds herself feeling very depressed without Isaac. Will she be able to live without him? Or will her depression become too much to ignore?

Quotes by Numb13


Numb
Chapter 1

It was late morning when my mother called me downstairs for breakfast. I had been listening to my alarm clock going off for a solid hour, but I was just too lazy to turn it off. I threw the blankets off of myself and stretched for about 5 minutes before I finally got out of bed. I trudged downstairs and plopped down at the breakfast counter. My mother placed a bowl of Special K cereal, a plate of strawberries, and a glass of orange juice in front of me. "Thanks mom," I said.
"You're welcome, honey. What time does your flight leave?"
"Two-thirty, but we should probably leave around one. I'll go get ready as soon as I'm done eating." 
"Okay, are you sure you want to go? I remember you came home very angry last year, I don't want to see you like that again."
"I'm sure, I want to see my father, and this is the only time of year that I get to do so."
"Alright honey." My mother was worried about me going to see my father in D.C. She hated the idea of me being away from her for 12 weeks, but I knew she would be fine because she had my younger sister, Emma, to keep her company. My sister and I had different fathers. My parents got divorced when I was 6, and two years later my mother remarried and had my little sister. She's been married to Ryan ever since. 

I finished up my breakfast and headed back upstairs to get ready to leave. I grabbed my outfit for the plane, which just consisted of a sweater and yoga pants because I wanted to be comfortable, and hopped into the shower. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. Once I got dressed, i brushed and blowdryed my hair, then straightened it. Then I did my make-up and put some extra things into my suitcase. "Aria, we have to leave!" Emma yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Alright, I'm coming." I grabbed my suitcase and my cellphone and headed out to the car. When I got in, my mother was practically in tears. "Mom, please, stop crying. I'm just going for the summer. You see me 275 days out of the year, dad only sees me for 89, so there's no need to cry. I'll come home after 90 days, and you'll get to see me for 275 days before I leave again." I hated this part because no matter how much I begged her to stop, she didn't stop crying until after I got on the plane. 
When we got to the airport, we got on a shuttle-bus over to my terminal. We waited about 30 minutes for my plane to get in. My mom and Emma said goodbye to me and I went to wait in line. After about five minutes or so, Emma came running up to me, screaming an crying. "Aria! Please don't go! Stay home!" I really don't understand why it was so difficult for them to grasp, I mean I went every single year, they shouldn't freak out like they do. 
"Emma, I've got to go. You know how you see your dad every day? Well I don't get to see mine every day, so I go and visit him during the summer. You'll be fine, I promise." I gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead before she walked away. 
"Now boarding ticket numbers 201 to 225." My ticket number was 203, so I got onto the plane and took a window seat on the wing- the seat I get every year. I listened to the captain and the flight attendents to do their spiel, buckled my seatbelt and put my headphones in. The plane took off and I turned my phone on so that I could listen to my music. I was hoping that this summer would be better than the last one that me and my father had spent together.