The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 3

Samara's P.O.V

He looked at me, no he stared at me with his big, blue eyes, that look like you could swim in them.
'He thinks you look weird.'
I wonder if he likes me.
'Who could like a freak like you?'

He also looked at my arms. I wonder if he knows.
'Of course he does.' 
How could he know? He doesn't know me. He doesn't know my secrets, my pain. He can't know about my arms.

My arms, my arms, once, so beautiful now just a painful reminder of my weaknesses. I never wanted to do it, but once I did I couldn't stop. It made me feel better, like I was worth something.
' You're not worth anything, that's why he was talking to Jillian and not you.'

Jillian is not very, what's the word? Intelligent. She's pretty and all, but she's dumber than a post and that's offensive to posts.
'Shes pretty, and a cheerleader that's all she needs. What do you have? Nothing!'

The bell, signalling the end of the day finally rings. I leave with a quick look back at Ty. He so handsome. He has brown hair like mine and is wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He's gathering his books and talking to Jillian.

She hands him a piece of paper, says a few words I can't understand and brushes past me without a look. I stare at the floor and leave the room after. 

Going through the hall  I pass students and teachers. I pass Georgia and she just glares at me like I'm an animal at the zoo. One of her  cheerleading friends 'coughs' and calls me a freak. God, I hate my life.
'It hates you too.'