Show Me Your Scars

1. So help me...

~Skylar's POV~

Every single thing in my life that could go wrong, has happened. Well, except for death. Death would be nice though, honestly. I wouldn't mind death. Death would be like finally being able to breath after being submerged in water for much too long. Death would be like taking a shower after a week of camping. Like eating some ice cream after sitting in the baking sun all day.

I'd take death and be happy. Whatever would allow me to excape my pain, I'd be all over. "Skylar!" My thoughts were interrupted by my mom, calling my name from downstairs. "Hurry up! You are going to be late for school!"

Ughh. School. "Yeah, Mom. I know. I'll be down in a couple minutes." I didn't want to go to school at the beginning of the year, let alone go to a brand new school in Los Angeles. We moved here a couple of months ago, and I hate the sun. LA has nothing but sun. I wouldn't quite say I miss my old home in Michigan, either. Too many depressing memories in that house...

With one last groan, I decided to crawl out of bed, and attempt to look decent for hell. If you've ever hear of Los Angeles, then you know that every human in existence here is rich and perfect. I'm the polar opposite of all these Barbie dolls. I'm poor and ugly and have the worst life ever.

The day before, I decided to make a statement, by wearing anything I wanted, and trying not to fit in or changing who I am for LA. So I grabbed my favorite pair of black leggings, a white tank top that says 'Justin Bieber' on the front, in swerly gold writting, my black windbreaker, and threw them on. Then I wandered into my bathroom and applied my makeup with professional motions. My flatiron was sitting by the sink, I plugged it in and straightened my long, redish/mahogany hair.

I ran down the stairs, snatched my backpack and skateboard off the floor, putting my white Vans on. I kissed my mom on the way out the door, and launch down the street on my board.

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I let out a groan as I arrive at school. All the rich kids are getting out of their fancy sports cars, and expensive  masterpieces. I love cars, but I'm stuck with a simple skateboard. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely would parish without my board, but I don't want to be the poor kid that is the only person in school without a car.

I'm pulled out of my reverie when I trip over the curb, scraping my hands as I catch myself. A group of kids nearby see my fall, and bust out laughing. I look up from under my hair and see who it is.

Courtney Wright and her personal slaves. They are the most popular group of people in Montgomery High. They're all Juniors - Lindsey Hale, MacKenzie Rodgers, Ethan Taylors, Zack Husen, and of course the        she-devil herself: Courtney.

I quickly dropped my eyes and listen to them talk shit about me. All of a sudden, a voice I've never heard chimes in. I rip my eyes off the sidewalk to see the most beautiful boy I've ever laid eyes upon. Huh. He must be new here, I hadn't seen him before.

Apart from the fact that he looks like a friggin god, I instantly like him. He's  telling his friends to leave me alone. But the slightest bit of attraction I have for him is tainted when Courtney throws her arms around his neck, and kisses him, shutting him up. They have a make out session right there in the middle of the school's court yard, before he pulls away. She laughs it off, turning towards me and scowling.

The boy prys Courtney's arms off of him, and turns completely in my direction. His brilliantly blue eyes lock on to mine, and for a second I can't remove my gaze from his. My eyes are trapped in place, along with my entire body. I know this god-like-creature is going to cause me problems in the future. His eyes seem to stare right into my soul. A small smirk pulls across his features. It's quite possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, apart from the boy himself. Then, too soon, he turns his head back to the group of delinquents.

As soon as I'm released from his stare, I scrabble to pick my things up, and get back on my feet. I walk as fast my legs will carry me. With my hand on the door, I turn to take one last look at this boy. To my utter surprise, he is staring at me again. I whip my head back around and run inside.

God, that was... interesting. I've never had a boy look at me for that long before with out turning away in disgust. Especially not someone of that high of a social status. Ugh.

Well, he'll never look at you again, Skylar. You're not good enough for him. It's his first day, and he's already on the bad side.

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A/N

Hiii. Okay okay okay, I finally got the chapter finished. I'm really excited for this book, there are going to be lots of twists and turns! Hope you enjoy.

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