You, my reader, are probably wondering who I am. i am a narrator, simply a character designed to help the autor write this story, but enouph about me, let us return out thoughts to Ariel. who was, by the way, in school.

Afraid that her peers might have heard her, she glanced up, and around. Confident that no one had heard her she tucked the paper into her pocket. The pocket of the shorts that were so horribley out of style.

While we’re in the mode of attacking her fasion sense… let us travel down to those horrible clogs shes wearingi mean, come on… who does this writer think she is, dressing ariel in those clothes?