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Is it Wrong To Be Different?

Is it Wrong to Be Different?

Date: 12/8/16

A girl walked down the halls of her school depressed and alone. She heard the whispers the other kids made about her. "Oh look, it's Scar Face, I can't believe she came back." One girl said to her friend and they both laughed, then another came. "Ha, no guy would date her." Said a guy with chuckle "I will probably date her, if she wore a mask, haha!" Another guy laugh. All this did was make her depression grow more. Why do they call her Scar Face, you ask? Well this girl was ambushed by some thieves causing her have a scar that went from left side of her face to the right side of her hip. Before she thought it looked cool, but when she started back to school, one of her friends called her ugly and left her along with the rest of her so-called friends. She used to wear bright colored shirts and skirts now she just wears dark baggy hoodies and jeans. She has her long, midnight blue hair and beautiful silver eyes covered under her hood. What did I do to deserve this? She mentally asked herself and forced herself not to cry. Her parents say she looks beautiful, but that just what her parents supposed to feel.

As she headed to her class, with her head held low and her hood held high, someone 'accidently' bumped into her. She fell on her back, causing her hood to fall off her head, revealing her long scar. The girl looked at the culprit that bumped. It was a guy with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He stared at her scar, before the blonde started to laugh. "Wow Charlie, so the rumors are true you did become a scar freak." He stated through his laugh. Charlie, the girl, turned her head away and pulled her hood up, biting her lip preventing herself to cry. "P-please stop, Darek." She begged in a wavering voice. Darek, the blonde, stopped laughing and watched as she forced herself not to cry. Watch as she held her hood over her face to keep others from seeing her scar. He watched as he... broke the poor girl. Darek just relies how damage the scarred girl was and how stupid he was. Darek crouched down and reached his hand out to the girl's hand that held her hood. This caused an audience to gather, they thought he would be taunt her.

Darek grabbed both of her hands and forced them away from her hood. Charlie tried get her hand out of his grip, but to no avail. She turned her head towards him, she stared in horror as he grabbed her hood and pulled her hood down. Darek looked at her face, cupped her left cheek, and traced the scar with his thumb. Charlie was confused as he frowned not at her, but to himself. "You know Charlie, I didn't really ask how you got this." He stated in sympathetic tone. Charlie was shocked at what he said. The other kids looked at Darek like he was crazy, but he wasn't crazy, he was ashamed of himself. He was one of those that treated her like an outcast and damaged her mind, heart, and soul. But now, he was going to change it. "Darek-" Before she could start her sentence a voice interrupted. "What are saying Darek, didn't you just say she became a scar freak." One of the boys exclaimed only to receive a cold glare. "Yeah, that was an example of how we are arrogantly blind." He responded still glaring at him. The boy shivered from his glare and gulped. "W-What do you mean 'blind', we all see that she's a freak." He stuttered out. Darek sighed and looked back at Charlie, who looked like she was in a verge of tears. "We all look at her face more than we look at her true self. We think that it's wrong to be different, but is it really? Is it wrong to be different?" Darek stood up and helped up Charlie. "Well, is it?" He asked the audience, only to receive nothing. "You all have nothing to say, because you know that it's not."

Charlie stared at Darek in a new light. Darek, one of her bullies, was defending her. By now, Charlie couldn't hold her emotions anymore, she let her tears free. She let pain and sadness, that was built up in her, go. She laid her forehead on Darek's chest and sobbed quietly, while gripping unto his shirt. Darek put his hand on her back, pulling her closer, and his other hand on her head rubbing soothingly. "Sh, let it all out." He cooed while she cried. The others looked at this and realized how blind they really were. Slowly they left feeling how stupid they were and how ashamed of themselves. Charlie's sobs soon became sniffles as she finally calmed down. "You okay?" He asked still embracing her. Charlie looked up at him, with her eyes puffy and tear stains on her cheeks. "Yeah, thank you and sorry for staining your shirt with my tears." She thanked him and apologized. Darek chuckled, "No worries as long you alright." He reassured her with a warm smile. Charlie smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. They stood there, alone in the hallway. Charlie noticed that Darek was staring at her intently, making her blush a little and avert her eyes. "W-why are you staring at me so intently?" She asked. "You look really cool with that scar." He complemented her.

She released from the embrace and turned around, back turned to him. "No, I'm not, stop trying to be nice." She denied hiding her blush. Darek frowned and turned her back around, making her face him. "Why would I lie, your cool and," Darek blushed and muttered, "very beautiful too." Charlie blushed and nervously played with her fingers. "You really think so?" She asked he nodded. They stared at each other before Darek kissed her on the lips for a quick moment. Charlie's eyes widened and her mouth opened a little from shock, she unconsciously touched her lips and giggled bashfully. Darek scratched the back of his neck nervously and averting eye contact, he about to say something, but he felt something soft on his lips. Charlie was on her tippy toes while kissing him before pulling away. "I like you too." She said. Darek couldn't help, but smile. He then grabbed his hand and started leading away from class. "Um, Darek you know, class is the opposite direction, right?" She questioned confused. "I know, but we're skipping for the day, I'm not feeling well." He responded with a grin. "Oh, you're sick or something?" She asked clueless. "Yeah, I'm love sick." He retorted making Charlie blush more and giggle as he led her out of school.

Till this day, Charlie never thought herself as a freak, because she had someone to love her for who she is, not for what she looks like. Beauty is what it's inside, not out.