Pen Pals (EDITING,, READ DESCRIPTION)

Chapter 12

Jodi's pov

It was Monday once again, and I was dreading school. Once again.

My bruise had mostly faded, it was more of a green/skin colour and it was much less noticeable but still huge and still obvious nonetheless.

I was wearing a dark red shirt with the pierce the veil logo on it, it was one that Layla let me have seeing as it was to small for her and I was just the right size, seeing as I'm significantly smaller and shorter then everybody I knew.

I was also wearing some black jeans and my converse that my mum still hadn't seen. Thankfully. Another thing I like about them is that they make me look more normal. Like less of a hobo that's gotten ready with her eyes closed. Because they are a nice pair of shoes that are actually quite expensive, it makes people think I live more of a normal life, and not a shitty one.

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I was in school and I was receiving more dirty looks then usual. Probably because no one in this school likes ptv, or even knows who they are, but I didn't mind. It's a small school so if you are in anyway different to the usual 'popular' kind then you're pretty much fucked. People won't like you if you don't like one direction or dress like 16 year old sluts, or are the class clown, always making people smile. But I was none of these. I was the small, shy, quiet one who liked rock music and didn't really give a shit about other people, especially seeing as literally no one except Layla gave a shit about me.

By the end of the day I was tired and thankful that I only had one more lesson left, even more thankful that it was English.

The lesson went by quite fast and by the end of it I had my letter and a lot of looks from fellow classmates who where probably wondering how a person like me could have someone who wanted to talk to them. Especially someone famous.

I got home after having handed in my letter and received another one, then finished my chores. I was surprised my mum wasn't dead yet due to the amount of drugs, drinking and fucking she was doing. There where empty bottles and syringes everywhere. It was ruining her body and she was slowly ruining mine by beating me everyday. I hated it but I knew that if I tried to talk to her about anything, even something like 'how was your day', she would hit me for even speaking to her.

I whent up to my room, still in the same mood I was in since this morning. Sad. And I got my letter out of my bag, exited to see what was in it.

It read:

To Jodi,

Your picture made me smile, you are beautiful and I hope you know that! I have attached 2 pictures in the envelope. One of me and the band, I put their names around who's who, and one of me by myself. I hope you like them, they aren't photo shopped like most band pictures become, they're just us chilling in the studio and me at home a few minutes ago! But it's me.

I don't mind you ranting, but I'm here, just remember that. I won't force you to speak but if you ever need it then I'm here. I know how it feels.

One thing I did notice though, and you don't have to answer, I just care, is the purple mark on your face in the picture. It might just be me seeing things, or just a mark on the paper,  but it's a different colour and I want to know your okay and that I'm not going crazy or anything haha.

You are actually quite like me, I try to be polite but I either don't talk or feel like shit.

The pizza was great! Pepperoni, I would send you a piece but it's pizza, and I don't think that would go down well with the postal service. We watched Lilo and Stich because it's a great film and Jaime didn't want to watch Star Wars, the only other film we could agree on was Lilo and Stich.