Rodger and Aria's reveal from Ohio.

" This is not working for me!" Dawn said, messing with her hair.

She's been trying to make a Lady Gaga bow on her head.
For the past thirty minutes.

" Here, let me try." Aria finally said, standing up.

As she stood up.
Her bag flowed from the support of her body, spilling some of her stuff.
She didn't notice.

A textbook, a notebook, Mocking Jay, and a weird gray book.

The book entitled the words "ARTIST PAD" in big bold letters.

I looked up at Aria, who was obviously distracted messing with Dawn's short *mess of* hair.
I slowly and quietly slid the soft cover of paper into my lap.

" AH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Dawn yelled, frustrated.

I ignored the yelling and whining, and went ahead and opened the artist pad.
First page, a perfectly drawn horse.
I examined his features.
Based on the perfect and realistic markings and the tail, the horse is a pint.
Every limb of the horse perfectly angled, each hair carefully drawn one at a time.
Beautiful.

I quietly flip the pages.
Page after page, comes beautiful drawings , some splashed with fine strokes of watercolor, some shaded carefully with a pencil.

Until I got deeper into the sketch book.

A drawing of a boy and a girl.
Drawn with pen, a gel pen.
I could tell it wasn't meant to be, made with pen.
It was just a quick drawing.

When I actually noticed the actual drawing.
The girl, she had perfectly bouncy curls running down her shoulders, every lock drawn to perfection.
The small barrette on her hair with the tiny pink gems, her gray eyes.
Her rosy blushing cheeks.
I looked at the dude.
His hair parted, dark, big brown eyes-- eyes I've recognized before.
The smile I've seen in millions of pictures before.

His clothing, Navy shirt, torn up jeans.


Rodger Lucas.


" There, wala!" Aria said.

I panicked, rushing but being careful enough not to rip a page.
I closed the sketch book and climbed on my knees positioned to slide it back into her collapsed bag--

She turned around, holding down Dawn, who was brightly smiling.

I dropped the book over the bag and quickly put my hand over my head.
Like that helps me out.

"Uh, you bag fell so I just wanted to put it back in?" I said, awkwardly.

" Yeah, right." She said annoyed.

" Dawn theirs pancakes in the kitchen!" Aria said, fake happily.

"NO WAY!" Dawn ran towards the door.

"YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!" Dawn's echo grew father.

Aria closed shut the door, and a click sounded, assuming that she, eh, locked the door.

" Bella, why were you looking in my bag?" Aria asked.

" Your sketchbook just caught my eye, I'm sorry, ok?" I said, annoyed.

"What did you see?" She asked, in a voice, a tone, it's just... elusive.
Like, the sarcastic/dramatic/serious/warning voice.

And boy, I did not like it...

"Well, just drawing and a few watercolors..." I answered her.

She gave a look.

Elusive.

She was just so, intense.
So, expression-less.
Hard to read.
It's like trying to talk to one of those ghomes that you put in your front yard.

Is it sad? Is it angry?
Is it happy?

Meh.

She crossed her arms.
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes slightly.
Just make the intense in the room deeper.

" ARIA!!!!!!!!!!! Their is NO pancakes in the kitchen! Why would their be pancakes at this time?" Dawn yelled, from the door.

"LET ME IN YOU HOBKNOCKER!" She yelled.

Aria moved towards the door, slowly.

"Why did you have pictures of that boy? Who is he?" I asked, serious.

She stopped.

Silence.

" What does he mean to you?" I said, angry.

Shocked.
Want intense?
Bring it on, dawg.

Silence.

Even Dawn.
Which obviously is well, a surprise.
You could hear her slide down the door.

"What's his name?" I asked.

She turned around, looking down at the floor.

" Rodger, maybe?" I said, getting really angry.

" He's just, some one, OK? He meant.. he meant a lot to me! But then.. He just... disappeared." She started to cry.

I was like, what wut?

She hugged me, crying on my shoulder.

" I don't understand..." I said.

" He, left... he left me. He moved to... he probably had a pathetic best friend. His--" She cried louder.

"What?" I asked, confused.

" He was my best-boyfri- he was really close to me. I had stronger feelings for him. He didn't know. At the time we both lived in PA and, he moved. We were friends for ever. So when he moved her E-mailed me every day. Then he got a girlfriend! He described her, he called her brownie. I hate her. I pretend her face is on the archery board-- Anyways, he just like, started to fade away." She sniffled.

" But then, he had a trip to Ohio, with a group. And I was there too, for vacation. And we met up secretly, sometimes at dark, or sunset. Behind his girlfriend's back. And boy-- I had FUN! And he... kissed me. And said he always liked me. So we like I guess 'went out' for like two weeks. He dumped his girlfriend. But we had to leave. And then,weeks later, he broke up with me and got back with that.. ugh, indescribable." She said.

"Excuse me?" I said, standing up.

"What?" She asked.

I pulled out the bejewel R from my shirt.

" I'm, that pathetic girlfriend. " I said angrily.

" What?!" She yelled.

"This, is , AWESOME!" Dawn said from behind the door.

Shoot, Dawn.
I ran to the door and I opened it, collapsing Dawn to the floor.

" Don't talk to me, Aria. " I said, angrily picking up my books and carelessly stuffing them in my bag.

~BELLS