Amara Argent: A Short Story

The rising of the sun signalled a fresh day, or as Amara Argent liked to put it, another day at a place more horrific than hell, better known as school.

What she didn't know was today, she would meet someone who will change her life, for the better or for the worse.

"Rise and shine, princess.”

Amara groaned at the sound of an overly cheerful voice, in which had disturbed her beauty sleep. Sun rays shined against her skin as someone pulled open the blinds. Her blue hues fluttered open, revealing the excited brunette girl,

“Al, have I ever told you how much I hate you,” she murmured, squinting her eyes at the girl to show her distaste.

“Every morning," Allison stated, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come on, you have to get

Amara tugged her leather jacket closer to her body, only to furrow her eyebrows at the coach who sent the familiar clueless looking boy towards the goals.

“Who is that?” Allison asked Lydia, keeping her eyes on the boy.

“Him? I'm not sure. Why?”

“He's in my English class.”

Amara shook her head at Allison's obvious fascination with Scott, only to find herself intrigued with the boy as he suddenly grasped his head, in what looked like pain. Only to realise his mistake, once a player launched a ball towards the boy. A small snort escaped her, unintentionally, which received her a look from Allison.

When Scott caught the next ball effortlessly, Amara sat up straight and watched in surprise. He even looked stunned with himself as he caught the multiple balls thrown his way.

“He seems pretty good," Allison commented.

“Really good,” Amara added.

“Yeah, he does,” Lydia agreed.

As she continued to watch with anticipation, Jackson moved his way to the front of the line. The fact that Scott caught the ball, and well, Jackson was green with envy, she was amused that someone put him in his