3 in the morning

I just woke up. Nate was wide awake. He was sitting next to me. I noticed why I woke up. We both jumped at the noise of screeching and creaking noises coming from outside. Nate slightly pushed me out of the way as he went up to the window and looked out.

"it's a gator," he said, trying to act calm. I could hear the frantic. "that thing better not pop my wheels!!" I got scared easily and started to tear up. Nate rattled a few empty cans and threw them out the window at the alligator. I don't like hurting animals, either. We sat in the small area of the RV, on the couch, watching CSI: Miami as I leaned up against his shoulder, crying. Nate is the only one who knows me as this sensitive 13 year old girl.

hey.

hey... I'm Ariana. i am typing this on my phone because I'm running away from my friends house. its late.. i just figured out my friends parents were really mad at each other.. and they were screaming at each other when i left. My friend (no telling who) was listening to heavy metal music blasting on her iPod.. so she couldn't hear, so, i packed up my bag and threw my sleeping bag out the window and used her fire escape ladder from under her bed to escape. I'm sitting on my sleeping bag in a field. I'm so tired, you can't believe.

i think starting this blog would help me through my 8th grade year.. its summer right now, but, may as well start now, because, you know, i like to tell strangers about my social and personal life.

my full name is Ariana Jenn Blye. Some people like to say my middle name like Jenn because my real middle name is jennifer. but i didn't like it. so that is how i got jenn. i live with my mom. my dad disappeared when i was 5. i also have a part time home at my friend Nate's house. we've been friends for as long as i have remembered. no. we are not together. even though i do love him. he's hugged me twice. out of the 10 years i have known him. another weepy love story. tear tear.

i live in a town called duncan heights, somewhere around naples, florida. some old guy (i think his name was Ferdinand Duncan, something old and hilarious like that) founded this place around the dinosaur age. nothing ever changes. nobody new moves in. one gas station, one grocery store the size of a big shack, an antique shop, where everyone goes to get stuff the day before Elderly Day at the middle school, and a store that sells clothing(very high prices, crappy stuff, that's the Kimberly's quality guaranteed, thats what Nate and i call it.). Duncan Heights: the town nobody but dusty old women like.

summer is the worst season ever. I'm stuck working at the gas station Snack Shack, Nate works at the grocery store part- time, and mom was stressed out ever since out air conditioning broke. ugh. theres no civilization for at least 15 miles away from here, and nobody knows anything about technology around here, except for the extremely lucky people who receive iPads with shattered screens from Craigslist on their doorstep. my town isn't happy, but it isn't sad, either. never mind. my town sucks.

i don't want to go to school. people bully people. I'm lucky enough to be in the Neutral Zone, the area kids WANT to be in. you're not a bully, yet you're not a witness. you're a bystander without meaning to tell teachers what's going on. the teachers don't give a cow.

Nate is my only friend. my best friend. well, now he's my only friend. i got seriously scared back at Lyla's. we walk on the beach together, then get into splash fights, then get saltwater up our nose, then lie on the sand, inhaling slightly, then exhaling heavily, "wheezing our guts out," trying to get the feeling out of our noses. speaking of it, I'm going to go to Nate's house right now. the field isn't far from the grotto, where Nate's RV is. Nate lives on his own. his parents died in a car accident when he was 11, leaving him with their nicely air conditioned, crappy Dish TV RV. its better than my place.

a shirtless Nate Hettiger jumped out of his pants when he saw me walk into the RV in my Converse and way too big pajamas that used to belong to my dad. he asked me why i came, and how i got in, and i jangled the keys on my necklace that he gave me when he was eleven, after the accident. he got off his couch and let me sleep on it as he watched a very static-y episode of CSI Miami, laughing at every serious part. it doesnt take long for me to drift off in a deep sleep.

Bye,

Ariana