Waking up on the first day of school was always hard for me to do. The dressing up which was a mandatory in the home, and of course the people that come along with it. There was a long line already forming for the multiple bathrooms, and I sighed happily since I took a shower last night. I closed my door, and began to look around my closet. I heard a knock on my door, and I walked over to open it revealing Miss. Barbara.
"Yes?" I asked her while Miss. Barbara eyed me up, and down making me uncomfortable.
"Cara, you cannot wear pants, leggings or anything long today," I felt tears form in my eyes but I ignored them, "You have a beautiful body, you should flaunt it." Miss. Barbara left me standing there shocked at the events of what would soon come. How would I cover all the cuts, and scars on my legs? She closed the door, and slowly I walked to my drawers. I pulled out bleached shorts, and tried to remember the last time I ever wore shorts.
I sighed, and walked to my closet grabbing a white shirt I got for Christmas that says lyrics from a song that the human race should never listen to, and I grabbed my blue flannel. I pulled the shirt over my small frame, and pulled the shorts up my long legs. I put on my blue flannel, and I examined how the outfit looked in the mirror. I smiled, and grabbed my comb, and combed through my bed head.
I went down on my knees to look for any type of converse that would match, and saw I owned blue converse, perfect. I slipped them on my small feet, grabbed my toothbrush, and my face wash, and walked out of my room. I walked around the home looking for a bathroom with no line, and to my luck there were none. I began to panic that I wouldn't be able to cover my scars in time before somebody could notice.
Whenever someone would walk by me, I'd bend down to pretend to tie my shoes thus covering my legs with my body. I continued to speed walk up, and down the home when I finally noticed a bathroom with nobody inside it.
I smiled, and ran inside the bathroom locking the door behind me, and looked through the cabinets for some sort of make up thing to cover my scars or at least fresh new cuts. I found this creamy substance that was sort of my skin tone, and dabbed it along any scar or cut. I nodded in approval, and began to do all the face stuff. When I was done I smiled in the mirror seeing my teeth sparkly white, and refreshing. I glided my hands around my areas on my face that I would normally get acne, but I had none which made me impressed with myself.
I grabbed all my stuff, and walked out the bathroom, and casually walked down the hall to my room. I made it to my room, and I gasped seeing girls going through my stuff.
"May I help you?" I said kind of annoyed, and they all looked at me shocked that I was in my own room. They all looked thirteen, and maybe fourteen, but I noticed someone I haven't spoken to in a long time.
"How come you don't have a room mate? Everyone has one. . . except you," a girl said. Usually all the people that bothered me, I didn't even know. It was like I lived under a rock, and to think about it I kind of do.
"Because I am seventeen, and I am a teenager," I said thinking it was pretty obvious. They all looked around my room at my posters of, Nash, and a few giggled.
"Don't look like it," she finally spoke.
"Didn't know I had to prove I was a teenager, Erin, now please get the fuck out of my room." I said pushing her out making her groan in pain. They all went to her aid, and I looked at them confused, "you act like I stabbed her, jesus." I slammed the door in their faces, and walked to my dresser placing my stuff on the top. I looked at my posters of Nash, and smiled.
Did my room not look teenagery? I thought it looked fine. I shrugged to myself, and went on my phone to see the hourly weather for today. I noticed it was chilly outside for today so I grabbed a beanie since it was pretty much the only thing that could prevent me from getting a cold. I grabbed my book bag, placed it on my back, and walked out of my room with my phone in my hand.
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Savior ↠ Nash G.
ФанфикCara was forced to buy a journal by her guidance counselor, and she writes all of her thoughts and feelings. And they're very dark. That is until she finds someone on the internet to be her reason to keep living, Nash Grier. She just wants to meet h...
