A girl walked into the classroom with no sleep eyes that tell stories of tragedy and nightmarish things. Long, white lines ran up and down and across her arms in a way that made it seem almost like an abstract painting. With shaky small hands she scraped limp hair behind her ear. The classroom paused all movement, shocked by the sight before their eyes. A girl. With scars. THOSE scars. The scars that mean bullying or abuse or mental illness or heartbreak or something disturbing like that. But it makes for good entertainment right?
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A story I might write
Teen FictionI'm thinking of writing a story/ some short stories. Let me know if you like them/ it or want more
