Raindrops on the Window Sill

CHAPTER 2

Kyle's P.O.V 

I tapped my pen in rhythm against my pad of paper. In frustration I threw my notebook on the bed. I lay there for a while until I realized what day it was. 

Thursday. 

I ran to my computer clicking and typing quickly. My eyes lit up as I saw the new video. I clicked leaning back to listen.

 Her voice filled my ears making me smile. When the video ended I went to comment on how beautiful she sounded but all the comments just said "Show your beautiful face!" 

I quickly typed out my comment "You have a beautiful voice I just wanted to let you know :)"

Paige's P.O.V 

The toaster popped as I picked up my laptop. My email was full of comments from my latest video. All of them told me to show my face. My hand reached up to touch the small scar under my eye usually covered in makeup. 

Never would I show my face. I can't have people looking up to me or spending all their time thinking about me. No one needs to care for me. 

I looked at the last comment. It was different. 

"You have a beautiful voice just to let you know :)" 

No one has ever said that to me. Never. I smiled and checked out this guy's YouTube channel. 

His profile pic was a pic of me. Well not all of me. Just the part I show in videos. His profile read "Determined to find @theanonymussinger"

His name was Kyle. He responded to all of my 162 videos telling me how good I am.  

I subscribed to him. 

I shut off my laptop deciding to go for a walk. 

First I walked to the bathroom to cover my scar. I found the makeup and applied it carefully. When my scar had disappeared I slipped on my Vans and walked into the sunlight. 

The air was hot and humid the kind that made girly girls freak out about their "frizzy hair."  I didnt really care that much about my hair. A long time ago I dyed it from its beach blonde to a black. I cut my hair choppy and never like it long. People have made fun of me because I am different. 

Because I have no friends. Because I was anorexic. Because I was me. 

It never really got better. I decided to move away from it all to sunny California.

Not like people here didn't make fun of me.

Everyday a group of girls decide to pick on me because I wear sneakers instead of flipflops or because I am pale and don't bother to tan.

One of those girls is Chelsea.

The girl Carter kissed.

The girl that makes me cry myself to sleep at night.

Carter doesn't even care though. He hasn't called me only that one text.

But it wouldn't matter. I saw him kiss Chelsea.  

I heard a giggle come from behind me. 

Here they come. 

"Hey Paige." One said in a disgusted voice. 

"Hello Brittani." I said plastering a fake smile on my face. 

"Ew she's wearing sneakers again." One said gesturing to my Vans. 

"She's so pale." Chelsea said.

"Maybe she's a vampire." One giggled. 

I wish. Then I could rip their heads off. And then eat them. Yum. 

"Let's go girls," Chelsea said chomping her gum, "We have hair to un-frizz."

Un-frizz? I ignored them and kept walking along the sidewalk. I kicked a small rock with my foot. Then I realized the rock is like me. My foot is the mean girls that bully me, and when I kick the rock it's like an insult. Eventually the rock comes out of sight and my foot has nothing to do but find another one. 

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Hey 

Its short yes I know. 

I just was bored okay? 

Is it good so far? 

Do you like the character Paige?

C'mon guys tell me how to make thsi better because honestly I am a really bad writer. 

Hope <3