A Glimpse of the Story

Girl With Sleeves

she only has the arm tattoos minus the shell one.

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As i sat in class i tapped my desk with the black pencil that was in my hand and stared blankly off into space. I did this often due to my nonexistent excitement for learning. I got good grades in my classes average was As and Bs. i just didn't like sitting in a classroom for more than fifteen minutes to learn a subject i was totally and utterly uninterested in.

I was and still am a very quiet person, "only speak when spoken to" type of girl. I kept it to myself unless people wanted or had to talk to me. During school i'm this quiet girl who apparently knows everything, but outside of school i'm widely known as the girl who fears no one and nothing. Always doing crazy shit, showing off tattoos, getting tattoos, adventuring places, you name it, i do it.

"-class i need a few helpers to pass back some of the graded tests and worksheets." Mrs.H said, which caught the attention of almost everyone in the class. Immediately people started to volunteer and there was a buzz going around the classroom.

I don't know why but whenever a teacher said this, everyone would go into a frenzy and talk to their neighbors and friends that sat close to them. Maybe it was the fact that we didn't have to do work or listen to the teacher for a mere 5 to 8 minutes but everyone would start talking to whoever was closest to them.

"Hey." i heard someone say in my direction.

I looked up from my sketch book and saw it was this really cute guy that i never had the guts to talk to. His name was Brett, part of the rebel group. He wasn't the leader but he was the best friend of him. They all had tattoos just like me, they were trouble. Basically if trouble was a group of people, it would be them.

I gave a small smile "hey." and looked back down at my sketch book and continued my tattoo design.

"You're Edith right?" he asked looking at the side of my head.

I hummed a yes as a reply. "So is it true?"

I looked up confused, "is what true?" i had no idea what the hell he was trying to ask me but it didn't sound good.

"Is uh," he paused for a few moments looking at me uneasily. "Is it true that you uh, you cut?"

I looked at him incredulously, "what the hell? What kind of dumb shit question is that? Where the fuck did you hear that from?"

A few people turned to see what all the commotion was about. "Well there was a rumor going around that you cut, and so that's why you wear long sleeve shirts and jackets all the time. Even when you do P.E." he replied.

I was getting a little pissed that some said that without any evidence as to why i wear long sleeve shirts. What if i just liked them? What if i was always really cold? No one really hung out with me long enough to know why i only wear long sleeve shirts. I mean not that they deserve to know, it was my body so why should they care what i did to it?