Sammy
I can't get that girl out of my head.
I think she goes to another school, or is out of school, because I have never really seen her around.
"Sammy! Hey baby!" She runs up to me.
I can already feel the headache coming on.
"You need to come to my house today! We are carving pumpkins for Halloween!" She basically yells.
I rub her back. "I know I know, you already told me." I respond to her.
"Yeah but last time you forgot." She says, crossing her arms.
"I'll remember this time, I promise." I cross my fingers behind my back.
Its not like I don't like her...I mean at least I used to. We're growing apart. All she does is yell and she's so obnoxious and ugh I can't handle it anymore.
I need a change.
And one now.
"To make sure you remember, I'm writing it on your arm." She says, grabbing a pink pen from her purse.
Mae
I felt a tingling sensation on my arm. I look down at my arm and see the scribbling appear.
Hmm. Its pink this time. That's new.
I always read my arm writings. I never know where they are coming from or what they mean or anything but I don't know.
It still makes me feel nosy.
This one says "your baby faiths house tonight at 6:30 BE THERE"
No one but my parents and I know about my markings on my arm.
I won't tell anyone either. Last thing I want is to be known as an even bigger freak or something.
When people ask about the writings, the phone numbers or just times that are written down on my arm, I tell them I put them there.
What am I supposed to tell them, "oh I don't know they literally just appear out of nowhere on my skin I didn't actually write them" ?
Nah.
The only trouble is that its non washable. And the come and go whenever. Usually within a day.
Oh, and also that they are starting to hurt.
It used to be in the norm for me, my parents said I have been getting them since I was little.
I never once remember feeling the intense pain I start to feel now when experiencing it.
I don't know, its just weird.
After school I decided to head over to Mae's house. The whole day Madison 'instructed' her little 'army' to like terrorize me.
Calling me names.
Dirty looks.
During lunch no one would sit near me, and people threw apples at me.
Its not like I did anything wrong. I just defended myself.
If Madison doesn't like that, then I don't give a fuck. She doesn't get to control what goes and what doesn't go.
At least in my world.
She can tell people to do whatever she wants, but I will not let it show how it affects me in anyway.
If she wants to play that game, well
Game on.
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My Indents In Your Skin
Fanfic"When did you write that on your hand?" "I didn't." These markings just suddenly appear from nothing. It started when she was young, all up through her teen years. She's the only one who thinks its normal now. He reads the markings that come onto...
