~Song for this chapter~ I am Bulletproof. ~
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"Oh god..." I whisper to myself as I punch the alarm clock. I roll back over. I'm not a morning person. As soon as I begin to dose of my mother comes crashing through the door and throws open the thick curtains.
"Good Morning!" She says a bit too loudly. I crawl under my covers quickly. I refuse to move.
"Gooo awayyy." I groan. I squeeze my eyes together blocking out the harsh rays of sun.
"Five more minuets Carylin."
"Fineee." I murmur shuffling back under the warm, heavy blankets. It's a Sunday only one more day of freedom. I hate school and school hates me back. The students and even most of the teachers have it out for me. I don't know why, I try my best. I keep my head down and try to stay out of everyone's way. But somehow... trouble always seems time find me.. Take last Friday for example. I was sitting alone at lunch minding my own business when a girl just comes and picks up my lunch and throws it all over me. I don't understand why she did it. Her names Kristen by the way. She's always wanted me dead or better.. Humiliated. I don't know why she has a grudge. I have never in my life done anything bad to her.
After a couple of minutes I decide to get up. I pull myself out of bed and begin to get dressed. I put on a heavy, crimson sweater. The warm fabric engulfs my skin. I pull on a pair of tight black jeans. I pull my bronze hair down from a bun and brush it out. My hair has always been thick. It's midlenth. Down to half way down my back. I swoop it over to the side and yawn. I quickly put on some carbon black eye liner and run downstairs. I instantly slump onto the sofa. My goal for today: do nothing. I smile lightly to myself as I lie back on the fake leather of the warn sofa. Coffin beings to blare loudly from my phone. I pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hay Carylin." My best and only friend Ivy replys.
"Haiii. Why you call me?"
"Im board.. wanna come over?" She says.
"K.. Be over in a bit.." I hang up and pull on my black boots. the soft leather has moulded to my feet making them the perfect size. I smile slightly and step outside into the early morning of L.A the sound of traffic and birds fill my ears and i smile again. I do truly love this place.
As i begin to walk down the side walk i hear sniggering behind me. i look round.
"Oh god.." i think as i see the queen slut herself Kristen approaching.
"Oh look! its a little outcast!" She shouts with her screeching voice.
i just keep walking. there's no point in shouting back. she will just push me onto the road or something and laugh while i bleed to death. i do truly hate her.
"Maybe you should just go kill yourself with a face like that!" She screams again. Her voice are joined by more and more taunting me. pushing me further and further.
"I am bulletproof.." I Whisper and run to ivy's before they can say anymore.
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I arrive at ivy's house and bang on the door. I can hear her huge black combat boots hitting her wooden stares as she runs down. the sound of Evanescence's Bring me to life echoes round her house. Ivy lives on her own.. Her parents were murdered right before her eyes when she was 14. she's 16 now. She was walking home with her mum and dad... A masked man run up to them and put a gun to her father's head and demanded to take ivy with him. Her mother tried to fight but it was to late. the bullet had already crashed through his skull and penetrated his brain. Her father fell to the floor. Blood oozing out of the shot wound. She screamed. She was pushed. her back against the wall. . she just tried to figure it out. Then she lost it all..she was broken..they cut her open. She managed to get away. Her parents murderers were never found. She managed to just push it out of her mind. I've seen her brake down. When she becomes so fragile it looks like you could push her open just by breathing on her. Sometimes i feel guilty that i wasn't there to help her.. We met two months after her parents death.
