Strikes Of A Scarred Boy

Chapter 2

"My scars tell a story... They are reminders of when life tried to break me, but failed"

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Bing Bing Bing

Remind me again why the hell I have an alarm clock when I hate all things annoying?

Oh yea

So I can be awake before the witch is. I swear she must have a magical broom stick somewhere in here.

"Oooh ughhh" I tried to get up but the pain in my side from me and the witches "conversation" is preven
ting that.

It's the same thing every night. She kicks me and pushes me around. Don't get me wrong being here is far better than being with my family but it gets tiring.

I slowing get up ignoring the pain and up to my table next to my dresser, opening my phone I read my messages.

Car❤: Gooood morning babe! First day of school! Dress nice! And don't forget to blow off some steam before then. xoxo

Cece💙: boo I'm picking you and Pinky up for school. Don't forget to hit the bag, cuz let me tell you, I am not going to be taking no stinking attitude from you this morning.

This is what I hear every morning before school, they know how I am in the mornings and they also know how the kids are.

I set my phone down and leave to box a little, after taking a shower I come back and put on my boxers then stand in from of my open closet, remembering the day I came out of it.

I laugh and shook my head at my own thoughts and pulled out some clothes to wear

A navy blue v neck, maroon blue grey and white plaid button up shirt that I always leave open and rolled up to my elbow, grey fitted jeans but not skinny jeans and my navy blue Nike skate shoes. Then to top it off my grey beanie-

Wait

Where's my-?

"Carson" I said through gritted teeth. She borrows my stuff without asking too. That's how most of my stuff gets over there.

I sighed and started to fix my hair, I looked at myself in the mirror, my purple braces, my cyan eyes, my silver hair. I wonder what's wrong with me. I'm actually really good looking. Whatever. I brush my hair to one side letting the shaved side stay exposed. I spray it and get my bag, heading out the door I stop and make my lunch finishing in time as I heard a car horn. I raced out the door seeing the witch at the stairs.

I jump in "go go go!" And he sped off "don't tell me she saw you" Carson said looking back at me "yea" I sighed "well at least she didn't do anything"

"But you know he's have to pay for not making her breakfast after school" Prince said

"Cece's right Car" she sighed and turned back to the front connecting her iPod and letting Mayday Parades Somebody that I Used To Know blast through the speakers.

As we got into the school it was already packed with kids in their own groups.

Prince parked and got out. He was wearing blue skinny jeans a plain white shirt an open black button up shirt rolled to the elbow white vans and a blue beanie, Carson wore faded blue skinny high waisted jeans cuffed at the bottom with a floral crob top, an open white sweater and white vans, she also had her blue hair up in a messy bun. The two got out first like always while I told myself to keep my cool. Which never works.

All heads turned to them, I smirked. The whole school knew us. Not that we wore popular but we were the "no shit" group. No one was afraid of us. But no one dared to mess with us. But something tells me that this term is full of surprises.