Kissing Her Scars

Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Don't you know that's not me at all?

Look at that smiling face.

I just wish it wasn't fake...

Brooke stared at herself in the mirror. As usual, she was getting ready for another grueling day at school, starting with the horrible task of having to look at herself. I would rather do my makeup and hair in the dark!  She spat at herself. Just as she was starting to really seethe at herself, her dad pounded on the door. "GET OUT OF THERE, CHILD!" Child. She hated that he still called her that. I'm seventeen years old, for God's sake!  She wrapped her wet hair in a towel, slipped on her cheetah print robe and stepped out of the bathroom. Her dad just shoved his way past irritably and shut the door, not hard enough to be considered slammed , but just hard enough to make a point. Brooke rolled her eyes and went to her room.

Next step, making herself presentable. Should I wear skinny jeans or sweat pants? Are you crazy? You don't want to look lazy do you? What the fuck is your problem? Wear the skinny jeans and get a move on  before you make your mom mad. She went to grab a short sleeved shirt but stopped. Are you stupid? Did you forget that you have scars that people will see if you wear that? God Brooke, you're such a dumbass!  Brooke grabbed a long sleeved shirt and chastised herself while getting the rest of her things together. She gathered hers and her mother's things and loaded up the car, wondering how she was going  to survive the day.

Last night had not been a good night. Her parents spent hours fighting over stupid things and then started picking fights with her. This morning everyone gave eachother the cold shoulder, which Brooke hated. The car ride to school was agonizingly silent. When they pulled up to the band room for zero period her mother said "Get out of my car," half playfully and half irritated. Brook said goodbye and complied. 

Band went by slowly. The director constantly called Brooke out for missed notes and bad timing. The band was small, and she was the only trumpet player, so that happened a lot. 

School, school

I hate you so.

You make me look

Like such a fool.

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