Her Lovely Scar

Chapter 1 ~ 3 Years Later

*Fair warning. It’s a very long chapter. Enjoy! ^_^

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Chapter 1

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror placing my mask over the scar on my face. It’s been three years since it happened. The doctors say it could be fixed with a series of surgeries, but I knew mom and I couldn’t afford it. So I just asked for the mask to cover my scar.

The scar covered up the whole entire left side of my face in bumpy, pink flesh. My mask only covered the left side of my face, making me look like “The Phantom of the Opera” half-sister or something. The mask was plain black though, so it would blend in with my hair which I used to hide the mask.

“Raven, hurry up or you’ll be late for school.” My mom called.

“I’ll be right down.” I called back.

With one final glance at the scar I put on the mask, and hid it behind my hair. I shut the lights off and walked over to the kitchen. Mom sat at the table with my text books, and stared down into her coffee mug. I sat down in front of her, looking her over. Her eyes were half closed, her face a little pale, and her coffee was just sitting in front of her. I placed my hand over hers, and she flinched waking up.

“Are you okay, Ma?” I asked. She smiled and rubbed my hand. She nodded, and took a sip of coffee.

“Do you have your stuff together?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be going soon.” I said, packing my books into my bag. “You should really get some sleep. You look beat.” I said, getting up, ready to leave.

“I will. Have a nice day at school.” She said, and got up to kiss my forehead. “I love you.” She said. I smiled and kissed her cheek.

“I love you, too.” I said, and walked out the door.

I walked down the steps of our apartment building and looked up at the sky. It was still dark and the clouds covered up the stars and moon. I sighed and put my hood up, and walked to school.

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Once I arrived at school, I got my usual snickers and retorts from everyone. Vigil High School was filled with juvenile delinquents, criminals, whose, sluts, and just unfortunate people. The rude comments I received were expected, but they still hurt. I walked into the school, headed towards my locker when someone pulled my hood off.

“Hey, Scar face. I think you dropped something.” Theresa, the top girl here, said. Then she pushed me up against the lockers. Her followers laughed at her lame joke, and began to walk off with her. I glared in their direction they were headed as I watched them walk down the hall. Theresa didn’t know about my scar, no one outside my family did. She just assumed that’s what the mask was hiding, and she was right.

I pushed my hair back to the front to hide the mask, and headed to my locker. As I locked in my combination, I could hear some of the guys laughing behind me. I ignored them and put my books into my locker. Then one of them leaned up against the locker next to me. I didn’t look at him, but the strong aroma of cologne was intoxicating.

“So, I heard,” he cleared his throat. “That ugly girls are easier to get it in with.” The other guys laughed. I finally looked at him, and found it was Conner. He was a blond haired boy with brown eyes, with a charming smile, but he was a complete horn-dog. His usual black attire made him seem like a bad-boy, but he was really just a poser.

“Is it true? You put out?” he asked, winking at me.

Without a second thought, I slammed my locker door shut. Conner screamed out in pain as he fingers got caught in the door. The door swung open again, and he clutched his hand to his chest. I smirked at him.