The Two Opposites Aren't So Opposite

Part 1

As I pick out my outfit I shake in fear of my elementary all over. Will everyone bully me, even a friend I make? No I must make friends with people who will be true to me just like I will to them. I brush my pre-straightened hair and head to the bathroom. My cousin that I walk to school with put on too much perfume as I can tell from my burning nostriles. I head down stairs pull out my phone and text my mom we are leaving as she requires.
"Brittany let's go!" I yell up the stairs furiously to my cousin who is not ready even though it's time to leave.
"I'm coming!" She screams back trampling down the stairs as I'm walking out the door.
As we arrive at school only five people are there. We look at each other and separate, she goes to her friends and I sit by a tree. As I get on my phone a hurd of people rush towards the door and I picked out my victims as everyone ran by. The girls who were talking about boys, the people talking about the PlayStation, but not the ones with their hair dyed with chockers on, never that would led for more bulling and more depression than I already had hidden by my smile.
I walk in and a short girl with blue hair and a fringe with thick eye liner on her blue eyes. She turns and smiles at me as if we are friends, it was not my goal to become friends with people who will get my depression worse. I turn and flip my hair as if the preppiest person in the school. She turns as her smile changes knowing I judged her, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I just don't want to be the one to be bullied again for way too long to when my thoughts get worse about myself and pain comes from everyone including myself. I will apologize and say I have had a bad morning I won't tell her the truth, no one needs to know right away.
After we are dismissed from our seats to put our things in our lockers I look for the girl who was previously in front of me. I look around on my tippietoes to see around people that look 5'4" while I'm only 5'2". I see her down the hall at a locker. I speed walk down and tap her shoulder, she flashes around to face me. As I look at her face it looks younger and I would describe it as a bubble.
"I am so sorry about my attitude earlier, I have had a bad morning," I say hoping she won't ask how and carry the conversation on.
"It's ok, you are fine. I've had worse, I'll survive," she gives me a smirk like she is hurt with scar not only on the outside, but also on the inside. She turns and walks away after putting her stuff in her locker.
I look back at her to see a scar from a blade she put there on her side as she pulls her shirt down. Then and there I decided I don't care what people think of me, I will be myself and be her friend, no matter the end.