I slowly woke up. I was surprised that I could get any sleep last night, my insomnia has been getting worse and worse every night. I sat up and arched my back to pop it. Craaaaaack! I sighed with relief, that was probably the best thing about the morning. I got up and ran a hand through my tangled fluorescent red hair. I don't understand how hair gets tangled so easily in one night. I mean, seriously? What goes on in the middle of the night that causes your hair to become a mess? A seizure? Sometimes I miss my short hair, but that just caused me to get bullied even more. Now I was forced to wear sweatshirts and jeans, everyday. Okay, not necessarily forced. But it was for the best, if people saw all my self harm; I would have officially made it to the depths of hell. I walked over to my dresser and brushed out my hair, then looked at myself in the mirror. You could see my ribs through my tank top. Not because I was anorexic, but because I don't eat that much. When I do, it's only like, a cracker. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. 'God.' I thought, 'This hurts more than usual.' I had cuts, burns, and bruises all up and down my body of where I could reach.
After my shower I blow dried my hair then got dressed. Pierce The Veil sweatshirt, and black baggy jeans. I couldn't risk having the jeans pull on the cuts and causing them to bleed in class, so I wore the baggiest jeans I could find in my closet. I slipped on my DC's and picked up my bag. Here we go, 8 full hours in hell-I mean school. I headed downstairs.
"I'm going to school! I'm meeting Lyle at the park so we can walk together!" I yelled up to my brother, Keegan.
"Okay! Be careful, Mew!" He yelled back.
I just ignored him, I didn't want to waste anymore time. I couldn't risk being late to school again. I walked outside and headed towards the park. To my advantage, it was just down the road. Unfortunately for Lyle, my best friend since kindergarten, He lived a few roads down. He usually picked me up in his truck, but I prefer walking.
Somebody came up from behind me and picked me up, "RAWWWWWRRR!" He started laughing.
I burst out laughing, "Lyle! Put me down!" No matter how much I tell him that he can't scare me, he never gives up. That's why I love him. As a best friend of course.
"Why should I?" He gave out one last little laugh, "You never gave me that cookie in second grade."
I rolled my eyes, "I'll buy you a cookie cake, but put me down. Please?" I started pouting with the best puppy eyes I could do. Which wasn't hard for me, considering I'm part fox. But he doesn't know that, and I don't want him to. He'd call me a freak and call the authorities or something.
"Fiiiiinne. Only because you're getting me a cookie cake though." He set me down and ruffled my hair.
"Yay!" I yelled and laughed, then took off running. I was always faster at running than he was. I have an unusual height for a woman, but that's just my advantage.
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I made my way to my locker, Lyle walked past me because his was on the other side of school. Which sometimes I was quite glad about that so he wouldn't know about the bullying. I just didn't want him getting involved.
"Oh. It's you." I heard a familiar voice behind me sneer.
I decided to ignore Hailey; she was my ex-best friend. Notice the 'ex' in there. Yeah, Francis was the main douche of the school. Hailey had joined him when rumors went around that I kissed her boyfriend. Lies. All filthy lies. I'd never hurt her. But she begs to differ. I suddenly felt someone smack me against the head.
'She did not.' I thought then turned around and sure enough. Hailey was standing there smirking. "Fuck off Hailey, I don't have time for your pointless drama that you have decided to dish out to me." I said then snickered, "Sorry, I forgot you're blonde. Let me put in a simpler form; leave me the fuck alone." I hissed and turned away from her then got my book out and headed to class.
Thank the lord, she didn't follow me. She was probably still trying to decipher what I said to her. I sat down in first period. Lyle was in this class. I looked over at him, he was already looking at me. I laughed silently and looked away. He always stared at me to make me uncomfortable.
"Good morning students." The home economics teacher chirped as she walked in. There were a few murmurs throughout the classroom. Nobody really liked our extra peppy teacher, Ms. Rockwell. Other than the fact that she can be really funny.
"Before I tell you the project that we will be doing for the next semester, you need to pick a partner. Boy and girl. Unless you're lesbian or gay. Then boy and boy, or girl and girl." Some of the class laughed, the others were disgusted. I was just confused, but as usual; I picked Lyle and he picked me. He walked over and took the seat next to mine. I was surprised by what the teacher said next.
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We All Have Our Scars
Teen FictionWhen a mutated teenage girl falls for her best friend, she finds herself getting lost in the midst of things, and decides to come clean with her powerful secrets. But being worried that too much will be overboard, she only tells him bit by bit, star...