The Girl with the Scars

Best Friend Hotline

As she reached her first period class, she sighed, knowing that this was going to be a very long day.

She stepped over the threshold of the door, entering her first class of the day; Science. Her eyes swept across the room, her gaze lingering on him... Of course he has to be in my first class. Great. She thought bitterly, knowing that it was most likely extremely obvious that she had been crying. She looked down at the ground as she noticed what he was doing. He was flirting with her... Her ex-best friend. The psycho slut that took him away from her in the first place. She looked so fake; so artificial. Her annoyingly perfectly playful giggle filled the classroom as she swatted his hand away playfully when he tried to touch her. She thought it was disgusting. But, then again, that used to be her.

Her focus shifted to Kara, her best friend, who was waving her arms wildly at Autumn to get her attention.

Kara is funny; hence her being the class clown. She loves sloths and watches YouTube all day, every day. She has medium-length curly black hair, a lot of freckles, and her ears pierced. Kara has a scar that runs down her leg. She's rather skinny with a birthmark on her left hip. Kara is one of those girls that is in between geeky and popular. She has a crush on Drake, one of the cutest guys in school. She's very knowingly straight. Kara usually wears skinny jeans, athletic leggings, oversized sweatshirts, dresses, tanktops, boots, and sometimes tennis shoes. She's a fourteen-year-old single pringle with no siblings, and she claims that she'll never have a boyfriend. Autumn and Kara are known as 'The Twins,' since they seem to share a brain, and they're rarely seen apart.

She walked over to Kara, taking the empty seat beside her twin, with a smile on her face. "Where were you?" Kara asked this with a worried look on her face, as she seemed to study Autumn's face. She looked at Autumn knowingly, gesturing in his direction. "Had a run-in with Dakota?" Autumn nodded slowly, shifting her gaze back to the two. She couldn't help but think about how much more grown-up he looked, how much he had changed. Had he really hoped that she had killed herself? He couldn't. Someone that she had been so close to for so long... Someone that she had told everything. They had cuddled, laughed, cried, flirted, and advertised their relationship... But all of that was gone now, wasn't it?

All of it was just faded memories... That only she seemed to remember.