She was only 8 years old.
8 years old and she saw her mother get killed by a drive by. From that day poor Nova has been traumatized and has been to foster home to foster home. At the age of 12, Nova has anger and trust issues, never letting anyo...
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N O V A
Remember when I said I'm going to be doing something you wouldn't like.
Yeah.....so here's me storming out of the cafeteria covered in chocolate milk.
I go to my locker to get my extra pair of clothes and go to the girls restroom. I rinse the chocolate milk out of my hair in the sink. I use paper towels to dry my hair the best I can and then change into one of the stalls.
Wincing as I'm removing my clothes, I almost forgot about my wounds and bruises. They are fading so slow because of how much I keep on moving when I should be resting. My ribs are the worst because I think they are broken. I have to remind myself to wrap them up later.
After I was done changing in my spare clothes which is just a black champion hoodie and sweatpants, I take a look at myself in the mirror.
I hate what I see, I was too busy get changed I forgot how humiliating and embarrassing it was. All I wanted to do was punch that puta in her fucking face over, over, over, over, and over again until she can't even recognize herself.
I was trembling with anger and rage I just have to let it out. So, I did.
I punched the mirror on the wall, it only hurt for about 5 seconds, but I was still a little satisfied. I then notice blood dripping down my knuckles.
Ugh. I should really think before I start punching things.
I rinse my hand under the water and to stop bleeding the best I can. I can't tell if I have glass shards in my knuckles or not, but for now I just wrap some paper towels around it.
I look at the mirror one last time and flipped it off.
Fucking hate mirrors.
As I'm walking out the restroom, I see Cisco leaning on the lockers and tapping his foot.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, um I just wanted to see if you're ok. So, are you ok?" He asked scratching the back of his neck. He seems to do that a lot.
"I'm fine." I lied; He nodded his head.
I turned around and was about to go to my locker until Cisco called out my name. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "What?" I sighed in annoyance.
"You dropped something when you stormed out the cafeteria." He said as and got something out his pocket. That something being my pocketknife.
