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Willow's P.O.V.

"Okay class, where's the clavicle in the human body" I laughed quietly to myself, everyone knows where that is. Nobody seemed to know the answer though and the teacher gave me a desperate glance.

"Willow do you know the answer?" i sighed quietly mumbling the answer "here sir" I pointed at the clavicle. "Correct, at least somebody pays attention in my class" Like always some students turned around to give me an annoyed or angry glare.

But it didn't bother me anymore. Whether I say the good or wrong answer, i'll always be 'the smartass' in the group. Memories of the old me came flashing back. Before it all happend. I used to care so much.

After doing my homework I quickly got my notebook out of my bag and continued the drawing I didn't finish last night. It was a small girl with long blond hair. Her legs were crossed, her face burried in her hands. A few strands of hair poking out. She had two beautiful wings. I love drawing, its my way of expressing my feelings.

I woke up out of my thoughts by a soft knock on the door. "Come in" our teacher said. A boy with curly hair walked in and he got the attention of the whole class. Some girls whisperd things like 'he's cute' and 'omg he's so fucking hot' . Great another new guy, we already have Louis here. When the new guy finally looked at us my heart skipped a beat.

What is he doing here? I was hoping I woudn't have to see him again after what happend during lunch.

He introduced himself this morning, but like I always do, I shot down. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to be rude. Its just that I already know how this will end if we become friends. He would judge me for everything I do just like the rest of the people who are close to me do. I know its just an act, they don't really want to be friends. The only reason I can sit with them is because Cat is my sister. And Cat is.. well you know;  nice, pretty, sweet, nice to talk to. And im, well.. me. Now I know what you are thinking, she's your twin? how can you think that she's pretty and your not?  Well I honestly don't know, people seem to like her more.

But what I learned after all those years is that its the best to keep my problems to myself. And even better, not talking at all. So they have no reason to talk to me and they'll leave me alone. I like being alone.

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The last bell rang, and I sighed in relieve. Today has been a long day and I coudn't wait to get home, take my small amount of make-up off and be alone.

After getting my stuff and leaving class, I walked as fast as my little legs can take me to my car, and drove as fast as Im allowed to, to my house. I drove my car in to the garage and locked the doors. "Mom i'm home!" I got no response and before calling her again I noticed a note laying on the table.

Hey my loves, i'm at Charlie's. Cat I would like you to came as fast as you can, I need your help. back around 7. x mom

I left it there so Cat could read it too and walked upstairs. I pass Cat's room, it was all cleaned up and everything was on his place. Compared to her room my room is a dump. But I like it this way, everything messy. I layed on my bed, thinking about today. I felt myself slowly drifting away to sleep.

Bzz

My eyes shot open. I cursed under my breath but decided to read the message anyway.

Unknown number: Hey Willow, wanna hang out? -H

Harry again?

W: Cat asked you didn't she

This happend often, Cat always asked people to talk to me or try to open me up a little. But i'm not going to annoy people by being friends with them.