Scarlet's POV
Okay, today is my first day of School, I'm freaking out. I don't know anybody here and I'm scared.
"Move," A girl says knocking into my shoulder. I adjust my bag on my shoulder and continue my walk down the packed hallway.
People are looking at me funny. I guess that what I get for transferring half way through the year. I don't know any of them and they don't know me.
"Sorry," I call back to the girl. I already picked up my things from the office, along with my locker number.
I open my locker and set it up with a mirror in the back and my books neatly organized. I'm neat right now, but halfway through the year I won't be. Let's be honest.
My name is Scarlett and I am 17 years old. I have light brown hair and blue eyes. I'm not skinny or pretty.
I'm just me...
I walk into my first class and laugh when I see the name of my teacher. Mr. D I have a sick humor.
"Ah! You must be the new student, Scarlet," I think Mr. D said.
Mr. D was a fat little man with a brown mustache and blue eyes. Everyone in the class was looking at me and it made me what to shrink back in a corner.
"Please take any seat that is free," He says to me. I look in the back and see one vacant desk in the corner.
I push a piece of hair behind my ear and I move swiftly to the seat, sitting in it.
"Alright Scarlett tell us a little about your self," Mr. D said leaning back in his chair.
"U-Uh my name is Scarlett and I am 17 years old," I say. "I had a younger brother and I play guitar,"
After that everyone whispered and I put my face in my hands.
Great first day.
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Broken. L.H
Fanfiction"Wait what's your name?" He asks me looking into my eyes. "Scarlett," I say with a smile. "So scar for short?" He smirks. "Um sure," WARNING: Self harm, sexual content, and suicide