I woke up late for school the next morning. If it wasn't for Mark getting ready for work in the loudest way possible, I'd still be asleep. I throw on a pair of light blue jeans, royal blue tank top with a white see-through short sleeve shirt. Slipping on my black and white converse, I see the scars on my wrists. Crap. I rummage through the few things I own trying to find bracelets, a hoodie, anything to cover them up. Nothing. Oh well it's not like anyone will care if they see my wrists anyway.
I go into the bathroom and quickly run a brush through my hair and throw it up in a pony tail. I brush my teeth with the purple toothbrush with Callie written on the side. I'm surprised they even know my name.
After getting my back pack, I run down the stairs and to the kitchen to see Cathy and Tyler awkwardly sitting at the table. Cathy's hands are wrapped around a coffee mug and her head hangs, she looks disappointed. Tyler silently sits, his head in his hands, with his bag resting on his shoulder.
"Well you better get to school." Cathy says softly. Tyler stands up and looks down at Cathy.
"I know it might be hard to believe but, I'm sorry."
I slowly walk towards them but they don't seem to notice. I don't exactly know what happened, but I know it's not good. I clear my throat and without looking at me, Tyler says we should get going.
The car ride to school was extremely awkward. Neither of us said a word and Tyler had put on some weird punk music that I've never heard. He broke the silence when we arrived at school.
"Um, there's probably someone in the office to show you around. I'll see you after school." I opened my mouth to ask him where the office was, but in seconds, he disappeared.
It took some time, but after a while I ended up in the office. A lady with coffee colored skin and curly black hair was waiting for her son to come to show me around. She told me her name's Lena and she's the vice principal here. She welcomed me and as nice as she seems, I'm pretty sure it's all an act. She's the principal. She has to be nice to me.
It was only ten minutes before a tall boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes walked through the door. Lena introduced him to me as her son, Brandon. I assume he's adopted because there's no way they are blood related. Brandon held out his hand for me to shake but I just stare at him like he's crazy. If I shake his hand he'll see my scars. He drops his hand and simply just smiles at me.
As we explore the school, Brandon rambles on about where the cafeteria, choir and band room, gym, Spanish, library, and other extracurricular classes are. I sort of tuned him out though and pretended to listen; I do that a lot. Before too long we arrived in front of a class room.
"This it Timothy's room, your first period class." Brandon tells me and I nod my head, knowing I can get away from him soon. I run a hand through my hair, forgetting that I have nothing covering my wrists, nothing that protects him from seeing the things I hate most about myself.
"Oh my God." He gasps and I look up at him, confused. "Your, umm." He shuts his eyes and gestures to my wrist. I quickly put my hand down and when I look up, he's staring at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. He doesn't look scared or disappointed or anything along those lines. He looks sad, worried even. I look back down at my feet, embarrassed.
His hand pulls my head up, forcing me to look at him. "Keep your head up." He tells me and it shows me he cares. At this moment, I'm not thinking of the Olmstead's, what Liam did, or even Jude. Right now all that matters is that, standing right in front of me, is a boy who has a look on his face that says I care.
I feel tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. Not from embarrassment, but because for the first time, someone cares about me. I pull away before he can see that I'm crying. It's useless though, before long, he was making me look at him again. He saw the tears and wiped them away with his thumb.
"You're beautiful, Callie. Don't forget that. Every scar, every bad memory, and every tear is beautiful." My heart pounds when he says my name. A tear falls when he says you're beautiful. No one has ever said that to me since my mother died.
The bell rings, ruining my perfect moment. "Sit with me at lunch." he says before giving me a smile and walking away. The class room door opens and people swarm out, pushing past me. Nothing can change the way I feel right now. I feel loved, and I don't feel that way often.
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Battle Scars
ФанфикCallie Jacob has an extremely deep ocean to cross. If her mom was still alive she could talk to her, but especially now that her and her little brother, Jude, are separated, she has no family; no one to talk to. She's recently been released from juv...
