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A R I A FAYAria awoke with a start to the horrid sound of blaring beeping, her eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly, feeling momentarily disoriented. I don't need this... she thought tiredly as she slammed a long, slender pale hand on the off button on her alarm clock, relief spread through her as silence drenched the room. With a small smile, she reached over and picked up her iPod, scanning through the songs quickly, she found the one she was looking for — My Eyes Burn by Matchbook Romance. As much as she hated to admit it, she was excited for the day to start. It was a Saturday, which meant she had to go to the Morgue early and help prepare the dead bodies. She scoffed as she swung her long legs out of bed, feet gently touching the plush, carpeted floor. Preparing bodies was something that satisfied her, something that made her feel needed and complete. "Aria? Aria! Are you up! Don't forget the morgue!" her brother's voice drifted from the ground floor and Aria wondered vaguely how loud he had to shout to be heard in their enormous mansion. "Yes! I'm up! Like I could forget!" she laughed slightly as she turned up the music enough to blare in her large room and padded towards her closet. Picking out one of her favorite outfits that she hoped flattered her the most, she went to the bathroom. Aria dressed herself methodically, first taking off her silken pajamas and placing a long sleeved, black shirt that would have looked sweet were it not for the specific eeriness about it. She tied the matching scarf around her neck in a cute bow and went on to her skirt. She pulled it on quickly and made sure the skirt's ties were properly laced and the velvety material lint-free. Lastly, she put on her buckled boots, if they could even be called that. Buckling them took forever and Aria had to rush through it to finish in time. Picking up her ivory brush, she combed through her long, straight, blue-black hair quickly. Dropping the brush, she picked up her toothbrush and eyeliner at the same time, taking a few seconds between brushing to apply thick-ish lines of eyeliner on both upper and lower lid. The whole ordeal usually took about half an hour, maybe more, but Aria was satisfied when she came out of the bathroom to find she had only been in there for fifteen minutes.
A R I A FAYAria grabbed her iPod from the bedside table before running out of her bedroom, her heels clacking on the polished wood of the stairs. Her steps were hurried because she thought she was going to be late, as she reached the kitchen, soft smells of breakfast drifted to her nose and she froze in mid-step. "Don't tell me you're not hungry little sister? her brother cried out teasingly, Aria sighed deeply and stepped into the kitchen. It was sparkling clean, as always and her nineteen year old brother was standing in front of the stove wearing a frilly pink apron was in the middle of it. Aria held back some giggles that were threatening to burst out and her brother turned around, pointing the spatula he held at her. "Now, now, don't make fun of your brother or you won't get any breakfast," he sounded so smug that Aria had to hold back a laugh again. Holding her hands up in surrender, she peeked around her brother's wide frame. There were sizzling omelets, the cheese melting out of the sides. To Aria's embarrassment, her stomach growled loudly as she grimaced. Her brother laughed loudly, it echoed around the empty rooms of the mansion. "Oh, so you can laugh at me, but I can't laugh at you?" Aria snipped, her gray eyes joyful and sarcastic. Another wave of the spatula, "Exactly, little sis, that's just the way it is," expertly, he picked up the omelet and put in on the plate awaiting by the stove. Taking it gratefully, Aria pulled out a fork and knife from the cabinet that held all their silverware. Fumbling, she tried to eat the omelet quickly, burning her tongue every time she shoveled another piece of the scalding egg into her mouth, trying to both relish and fill her stomach at the same time. "Whoa, whoa. Calm down Aria, that omelet isn't going anywhere!" he cried out as he stared at Aria eat. "Yeah, I know, but I am!" she forked the last sliver of omelet and shoved it in her mouth. With hurried steps, she kissed her brother on the cheek and ran out tot he hallway, her boots slipping more than once on the waxed floor. "Aria! Careful!" he had heard Aria skidding on the floor and decided to give her a warning — as if she could miraculously stop herself from slipping. "I'm fine! Bye!" she shouted as she opened the front door and slammed it shut behind her.
A R I A FAYAria walked down the perfect pavement of her neighborhood, it was a place where no one really cared about their neighbors, so her secrets could stay safe. A lump formed in her throat at the thought of her father, and her eldest brother — she wished she could have them back, but not the way there now, but the way there were before. With a small sigh, she forced the lump down and continued at her hurried pace through the streets, the morgue was not that close but not that far away either. She did not have a car, but her brother said he would get her one for her seventeenth birthday — it was still a while away, for it was only April and her birthday was in October. With a heaving groan, she wished she had worn more sensible footwear to walk in than the strange boots. Aria was not tired though, she had been working in the morgue for about two months, more or less. At first, victims frequently came in, some more brutally killed than other. Then, all of a sudden — they stopped. No more had been coming in for about a month, so Aria just usually talked to her other friends who worked there as well. She could safely say that her best friend there was Lizzy. Another student who attended the same high school as her. Aria stopped walking as she came to a crosswalk, her silver gaze on the don't walk light. Stifling a yawn, she waited impatiently for the light to change. Aria was almost there, the morgue only three blocks away.
A R I A FAY Aria walked across when the light changed and quickly walked the three blocks, stopping in front of a clean, but old building, she opened the door. A bell rang and an older man peeked around the corner, he looked to be around thirty nine, give or take a few years. "Hello Aria!" she cried, aria was his assistant. "Hello Joe, any new ones? Aria asked politely, her steely eyes questioning, Joe shook his head and ran a hand through his thinning black hair. "No, I'm afraid not, but I'm going out for a smoke, can you stay here and see if any new ones come in? he asked her, cigarette firmly in his other hand. Aria nodded, "Sure, no problem," Joe left, the bell signaling his departure. Aria took a seat on one the comfy leather couches in the lobby, taking out a piece of mint gum, she popped it in her mouth and chewed. She took out her iPod and placed the earbuds in her ears, she found another of her favorites — My Last Breath by Evanescence.
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