Oh, right I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Jessica Peters. I am 18 years old and I have blue, big eyes and straight blonde hair. I have 2 older brothers and 1 younger sister. My oldest brother, Richard, is 24 years old and just finished university. Then my second oldest brother, Theodore, is 20 and he is currently in university (but lives at home). My younger sister, Chloe, is 12 years old and she is in grade 7.
Now for my parents, My dad is a pretty normal dad, I guess. He is never really home though. He is either at work or visiting my mom in the hospital. Yes, my mom has stage 4 throat and breast cancer and she probably won't live long. I don't really like to tell people this, as it results to them treating me differently. On the outside, I act like I have it all together but on the inside I'm a mess.
Which brings me to the final most important thing about me. I cut. No one bullies me or anything I just hate having to deal with my mom being in the hospital and how my friends have turned on me. I'm not saying I used to be highly popular, but I wasn't lame. and when my "friend", Brooke, started making rumors about me, my life went downhill. & it hasn't gonna back up yet. I feel as if cutting just takes the pain away from my problems and onto my arm.
Anyway, enough with the depressing stuff in my life. Time for my real story to begin.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open, staring at my ceiling then turning to my clock to see what time it was. It was 8:20 and school started in 10 MINUTES. I ran out of bed going straight to my bathroom. The fast movements caused me to wince in pain from the cuts i placed on my entire forearm last night. When I got to my bathroom, I put on simple makeup and put my blonde straight hair in a pony tail. When I went into my room, I opened my closet doors and starred at my clothing for a while, contemplating what I should wear. I finally decided to put on black leggings, a grey t-shirt and a green flannel, to hide my cuts. Of course, my dad wasn't home so I just started walking to school, placing my earphones in my ear and listening to The Arctic Monkeys. I finally arrived at the gates of school and started running to my first class, Science. I attempted in dodging all the people in my way, but I completely failed and my bag dropped to the floor, with everything
falling out. Very fastly, that hallways completely cleared and I knew I was gonna be a late for my first class. I dropped to my knees to start picking up my pencils/pencil case and textbooks. After about 5 minutes everything was off the floor and I zipped up my backup, stood up and flung my backpack over my should. I started slowly walking to science when I heard someone yell.
"HEY, HEY, WAIT I NEED HELP" someone yelled.
I stopped moving, keeping my body in the same direction I was walking but turned my head to the direction the boy was yelling from. When he walked closer I could make out how he looked. He had brown eyes and brown curly hair. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a plain white shirt. And let me just say he was GORGEOUS.
Who was this knew boy?? Why was he calling for me??
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shout about it// brad simpson
RandomJessica has been fighting depression for 2 years now. She wonders when it will ever go away. Until she meets a curly haired British boy, her secrets slowly start to unfold...
