Being a new girl in school sucked. Being a gorgeous, new girl sucked ever more. (She's not cocky, trust me.) As Ariela walked down the halls to find the class (with her schedule clenched in her hands) She found it hard to ignore the blunt stares coming her way. Not only was she a new (pretty) girl in the school...she was the youngest of ten siblings--and the only girl! Rumors were already spreading. Her favorite one of all was that she used to model, and even had a not-so secret admirer (Drake, yes the rapper.) She was tired of the celebrity life, and wanted to live normally so she and her nine brothers ran off with their young parents off to have a normal life. None of which is true. In all actuality, she and her 'wolf pack' all moved back to their parents' hometown because of her mother's guardian's loneliness. But enough about that, let's move onto what's happening with Ariela. Finally, she made it to her English class. Once walking in, the stares were even heavier. Smiling lightly, she took the seat up front--directly in the view of the teacher. She placed her gray leather knapsack onto the desk, and waited for the teacher to start. She wanted to blend in for a bit, get the heat off of her back. She hated being treated like a new subject, and that's why she didn't tell the teacher she was a new student. Which by the way...where was the teacher?