My Special Snowflake (updates monthly)

Chapter 1

I speed through the halls of school, winding my way towards the auditorium hoping to death he wouldn't find me before rehearsal. Like usual, my luck did not hold up. Updates turned a corner and there he was. I froze, he had his back towards me and I started to back up slowly, hoping he wouldn't hear or turn around. Luck was just not on my side.

He turned around just before I made it back around the corner. His face appeared almost Assad, but I could see the anger behind his eyes. I knew what was coming, and because of this I tried to mentally prepare myself, but it didn't work.

"Marie, I've been looking for you everywhere. Where have you been?" Avoiding you at all costs.

"Around, why do you ask?" All instincts in my body told me to run, run fast and far away. For some reason, he scared me, but you shouldn't be scared of your own boyfriend, right?

"I just get worried. Also your mom is looking for you." I breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't say anything of any significance, like how I had invited and avoided him all day today. And yesterday. And the day before.

"Oh, I guess I should go find her." With that I bolted past him and towards the theater where my mom would be waiting for me. Jogging down the sloped isle between sections of seats, I saw mom working out some staging for the upcoming show.

"Oh, hi honey. I'm guessing Caleb found you?" She stopped what she was doing and sat on the edge of the stage. I nodded, setting my stuff down on a seat in the second row of the center section.

"Well what did you need?" I shoved my hands in my jean pockets and walked up to her.

"I just wanted you to go up to my room and grab a box of scripts for me." She smiled as I accepted the keys from her and headed upstairs to her room.

My mom was a business teacher in the high school as well as the drama club director for both the high school and the middle school, which is where I was. This would be my last show as a middle schooler, and I was glad, I hated middle school. It was, well, problematic.

Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of my own problems, but the one at the front of my mind was Caleb Docher, or Caleb Douche, as my friends were fond of calling him.

He was my boyfriend, and had been for about a year now. He really loved me, and it was easy to see. He showered me in gifts, was always worried about me, always there when I needed him. On the other hand, I was miserable and have been for the past 6 months. I don't know why I stayed with him. I didn't love him and I always felt anxious when I was around him. It didn't help that I had plenty of secrets to hide, none of which he knew about.

But most of all? He loved me, and he loved me a lot. It didn't help that he was sweet, and I didn't want to break his heart. He also tended to get angry from time to time, okay quite often. I just hated to see him mad because I felt like it was always my fault, which it probably was since I avoided and ignored him so much.

The box of scripts wasn't hard to find, since it was sitting right on my mom's chair at her desk. Grabbing a winter mint Life Saver form the bowl on her desk, I popped it into my mouth before grabbing the box under one arm and locking the door with my free hand.

Trotting back down the stairs I ran through all the possibilities that Caleb had to talk to me during rehearsal.  One between that first scene, two more in the second scene, another before the fifth scene right before intermission, I wasn't even going to consider break.  I decided to stop counting after that.  There were already 5 too many.

I walked into the side door of the auditorium and onto the stage.  The first few rows were half filled in with scattered groups of people as friends chatted with each other with anticipation.  Today was the last week before the show, also the start of "hell week".

I dropped the box in front of mom on the stage before hopping off and speed walking over to where Andy, Al, and Jo, some of my few friends, were sitting.

Andrew "Andy" Peters was one of the whitest of white girls you would ever meet, all while being a guy.  He was about 5 ft. 5 in., light olive skin, medium brown hair, and sparkling deep brown eyes.  It was hard to find him without a smile on his face and he was the closest friend I had.

Alana "Al" Boundler was bisexual and gender fluid.  They were almost 5 ft. 5 in., tanned, short black hair with long bangs that covered half their forehead and part of their left eye, and olive green eyes.  While suffering from minor depression, they were extremely supportive.  Also if you could make them laugh, it was one of the best sounds in the world.

Josie "Jo" Ellen was bisexual and dating a guy named Jacob Montison.  She was 5 ft. 3 in, pale, had a pixie cut for her Sandy blonde hair, and bright green eyes.  She was funny, loved cracking jokes, but at the same time was battling depression.

Most of my friends battled depression, and so did I.  We were kind of like our own support group for each other, and it worked really well.

Rehearsal went really well.  I got all of my lines down and Caleb never confronted me.  I joked around with my friends as they packed up their bags and left for home.  After they all left I headed back inside.  Before I could get inside the auditorium I heard the words I had been dreading all day.

Caleb's voice came from behind me.  "Marie, we need to talk."

A/N: Hey guys, this is one of my original stories.  It's also a mostly true one as well, so please tell me what you think about it.  Also I've still got two spaces left for books, so if you want one of your ideas written out or anything else, please let me know in whatever way is best for you.

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