My heart Leaps up

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'Omigod, trees. I'm so happy to see big fat trees.' Aria Montgomery's fifteen-year-old brother, Mike, wagged his head out of the family's Outback window like a golden retriever.They'd just gotten off a flight from Reykjavík,
Iceland. Aria's dad was an art history professor, and the family had spent the last two years in Iceland while he helped do research for a TV documentary on Scandinavian art.

'Man, I can't wait to get a Coolata!' Mike gushed.
Aria groaned.

Before she left for Europe, Aria would sometimes see boys look at her from afar, intrigued, but then look away. With her coltish, ballet-dancer frame, straight black hair, and pouty lips, Aria knew she was pretty. People were always saying so, but why didn't she have a date to the seventh grade spring social, then? One of the last times she and Spencer had hung out . Spencer told Aria she'd probably get a lot of dates if she just tried to fit in a little bit more. But Aria didn't know how to fit in. Her parents had drilled it into her head that she was an individual, not a follower of the herd, and should be herself. Trouble was Aria wasn't sure who Aria was. Since turning eleven, she'd tried out punk Aria, artsy Aria, documentary film Aria, and, right before they moved, she'd even tried ideal Rosewood girl Aria, the horse-riding, polo-shirt wearing, Coach-satchel- toting girl who was everything Rosewood boys loved but everything Aria wasn't. Thankfully, they moved to Iceland
Two weeks into that disaster, and in Iceland, everything, everything, everything changed. Her father got the job offer in Iceland just after Aria had started eighth grade, and the family packed up. She suspected they'd left so quickly because of a secret about her dad that only she - and Spencer - knew about.She'd vowed not to think about that again the minute the Icelandair plane took off, and after living in Reykjavík for a few months, Rosewood became a distant memory. Her parents seemed to fall back in love and even her totally provincial brother learned both Icelandic and French. And Aria fell in love . . . a few times, actually.

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'Mom!' Mike ran through the front door. 'I just talked to Chad, and he said the first lacrosse tryouts are today.' 'Lacrosse?' Ella emerged from the dining room. 'Right now?' 'Yeah,' Mike said. 'I'm going!' He tore up the wrought iron staircase to his old bedroom. 'Aria, honey?' Her mother's voice made her turn. 'Can you drive him to practice?' Aria let out a small laugh. 'Um, Mom? I don't have my license.' 'So? You drove all the time in Reykjavík. The lacrosse field's only a couple of miles away, isn't it? Worst thing, you'll hit a cow. Just wait for him until he's done.' Aria paused. Her mother already sounded frazzled. 'All right,' she mumbled. She plopped her bags on the landing, grabbed the car keys, and slid into the wagon's front
seat.'Happy to be back?' Mike asked.
Aria only sighed in response.

The entire drive, Mike had his hands pressed up against the car's window, shouting things like, 'There's Caleb's house! They tore down the skate ramp!' and 'Cow poop still smells the same!'

At the vast, well-mown practice field, she'd barely stopped the car when Mike opened the door and immediately bolted. She slid back into the seat, stared up through the sunroof, and sighed. 'Thrilled to be back,' she murmured.

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