She was dressed as usual; ripped jeans, flannel, a shirt with a quote and Dr. Martins. Her Auburn hair was in a bun. “Are you spying on me?” » she asked with a scowl. "I, uh, no, I, uh, I don't understand-" I stammered at his confrontation. “Maybe you should invest in a dictionary to expand your vocabulary.” » said Ariel. "Anyway, if you were spying, I wouldn't mind. Curiosity is the sign of a good philosopher." She smiled at me as she said this and it was surprisingly sweet. I had forgotten how long it had been since someone at this school was not honest with me. Hell, most people at this school didn't even acknowledge my existence. "So, my name is Ariel. What