Mystery Girl.

chapter 1.

Briar's POV.
Nervous isn't the correct word to describe how I feel right now. Sick to my stomach? That's better. I can feel the butterflies eating away at every ounce of confidence I have. But it's the same with every situation, if you pretend that you have confidence you'll be fine or at least you'll survive, whatever the situation may be. Teenagers are taught to hide what they truly feel or who they are. We are judged for every little thing. What we do, what we wear. I find it's just best to keep it all a secret, keep people wondering who I am. I wouldn't call it being secretive, I call it protection. Protecting myself from abuse that isn't necessary. Abuse that I can control. Some would call it building a wall. I'll build my wall with bricks and cement, ensure its extra sturdy so no one can break it. It's now 7:30 and my mom's dropping me off at 8:30, meaning I have approximately 45 minutes to get ready and eat breakfast. I mean, it doesn't take me very long to get ready. Not as long as the stereotypical girl. Makeup usually takes 10 minutes, hair 5. I slipped into a black tank top, coated with a denim jacket. Hm, black or blue jeans? What does it matter? Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo. Black it is. After I was fully dressed, I trailed a simple coat of bronzer along my defined cheekbones, carefully flicked my mascara brush along my lashes and blended an even coat of a darkish purple lipstick across my lips. I hopped downstairs and swung my black bag over my shoulder, grabbing a granola bar. "Bye, Dad." I said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running out to Mom's car. The whole journey, I was given a lecture about how I was 3 minutes late. God, that woman sure does hate waiting. There it was. We were nearing the local school. We were two traffic lights away from the teen-dominated area. I nibbled my lip and took a deep breath, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes. "Have a good first day." Mom chirped happily, kissing my forehead. I stepped out and looked back at her. "Love you, mom." I said, nodding slightly. "I love you too sweetie." She said before I closed the door and she drove off. I turned around and walked in a straight line, my head held high. I could feel people stopping and staring at me but I just pretended I didn't notice. "Keep walking, Keep your head up." These words repeated in my head like a broken record.