Ara

“Gods, I hate you guys” arianna shreaked. She had been covered in water from a bucket falling off the door. Her friends just cackled in response.

“Come on ara, it's funny.” Erin flashed her an evil grin. arianna was her name ,but no one ever called her that. Ara rolled her eyes and walked over to the open window. Hopping up on the edge, her legs  dangled out the window. Wind whipped past sending a shiver through her drenched clothes. Ara loved the view from here, in perfect sight of the coast. The smell of salt in the wind was always comforting for her. 

Ara lived with the Amazons, she had as long as she could remember. She wasn't entirely sure she hadn't been born with them(not that she was complaining she loved it here). Turning back around she watched her friend mopped up the mess with towles. 

“You know you could be helping.” she laughed at taylors statement. She really did love it here. These people were family,taylor with her dark, bronzed face and those ridiculous dimples that seemed ever present on her cheeks. Her best friend, Erin, who was currently complaining about her unruly hair being in her face. Ara slipped a tie off her wrist and shot it across the room hitting her friend square in the arm.

“Thanks.” she said with fake bitterness, a grin still pulling on her lips. She even loved their “mom” (hylla wasn't actually anyone's mom but she might as well be the way she kept them all in line). She loved everything about being a part of something, but something had always felt off to her. 

When erin and taylor finished cleaning the floor ara flopped on her bed followed by erin sitting on her legs. Ara kicked the older girl off (not really older, she was barely 15 and ara’s birthday was in a few days anyway). she sat up and Erin put her head in ara’s lap as they listened to whatever story taylor had from earlier that day. Ara was getting tired and decided the story wasn't worth her time. Combining her fingers in erins messy hair she started braiding. Ara was dead jealous of Erins wavy hair that always seemed to be bleached half way from the ends, though she'd never actually seen Erin do anything with her hair besides cut it. Ara just had a frizzy mass of brown on her head that caused her way too much trouble. 

Ara remembered when she first met Erin, about 4 years ago. They had been in Puerto Rico helping with some big prophecy. Erin had just walked straight into their compound(which was heavily guarded, how she had managed it was still a mystery). She looked disoriented and was breathing heavily as she had just been in a fight. Hylla had seemed to know exactly who she was and sent some girls to help get her settled. The next thing she knew Erin was sharing a room with her. Almost 3 years later Taylor had joined them too. Ara focused again when a knock shook their door. 

“Lights out !” yelled a voice from the other side. Erin walked to her bed and crawled under the covers with half her head still braided. Almost immediately she started to softly snore. Ara knew it would still take her a while to fall asleep,so she rolled over and closed her eyes.