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Scars.

Cuts.

I have them all. Cuts on my wrist. My hips. They're everywhere. That's most likely why I cover myself with clothing. Long skirts. Button down shirts. My fashion isn't really updated but it's not like it changes anything. Clothes are clothes. No more, no less.

Why I cut?

Well, many reasons. Mom leaving. Being bullied. Yes, bullied.

But all I do is keep my head low and go through high school. Ignore the glares. The comments.

Who am I? I'm LilyJane Johnson. How I look? Nothing fantastic, just a girl with dark brown hair and hazel eyes which I cover with my glasses.I'm also 4' 10'', it's pretty short for a sophomore in high school. But I like being short.

I have a twin brother, Jackson Johnson. I call him J, but everyone else calls him Jack. He's older than me by a minute. He has hazel eyes and dark brown hair like me. He's tall, opposite from me. 6' 2''. He has a toned body that girls are evidently attracted to. Not me, that's gross. As for his personality, me and him are very different. He's really outgoing and popular, but me; I'm really quiet, shy and well a outcast. He's like my best friend in a way. He's really protective over me too.

I live in a small town in Florida. Caryville. I go to Caryville high school. Pretty typical if you ask me. It's just me, J and my dad. Mom decided to walk out after she gave birth to me. I never met her nor did J. J is the happy one in the family. I'm really quiet and shy, but I guess it's the fact that our mom walked out on us. Maybe my dad being a workaholic and never being home is the reason why I'm quiet.

I forgot to mention one thing. I'm rich. Ridiculously, rich. No one knows that but family. My dad owns the famous watch company. J and I don't tell anyone were rich because we both know that it would get out of hand. Last thing I want is fake friends. It's weird how small my town is yet no one knows about us being rich.

I live in a normal looking house. A white house. Nothing formal. But in the inside it's pretty big. We have a living room, kitchen, and dining room of course. As well as four bedrooms, a movie room, and a game room. It's a four story house. The main floor is the first floor and the other three are either owned by J, dad or me. We each own a floor, though dad is never home, he still has his room. I'm the top floor. My room is big but there's one secret about my room that only J and I know about.

I have a tight closet. It looks small but it isn't. No one goes in there but me. It looks like a regular closet, which it is. But once you reach the end of the closet there's another door. That door leads to my secret. It's very well camouflaged into the closet so no one else can see it.

Behind the door is my escape. It leads to an art room, music room and my garden.

The art room is where I draw and paint. That's how I express half of my emotions on things. I use many shades of grey, black and white. I don't use much color since I always wondered how it was to live in black and white.

Then there's my music room. Guitars. Piano. Violin. I have all instruments. But I tend to use the piano the most. I taught myself how to use the piano and I felt the most comfortable with it. There's also a recording studio. I record music and sing when I can't express my emotions through art. Instead, I sing. No one knows my talent of either, I keep it hidden.

Last is the garden. There are chairs and benches everywhere so I can sit anywhere. The garden is covered with many flowers and grass. From lilies to sunflowers. This is my thinking place. Where I just think and smell the sweet flowers. I rarely ever paint here. Paint in color I mean. Paint flowers and the sun beaming towards the garden.

How can I afford to hide all of this? Well with a dad like mine, it's pretty easy since he gives J and I money every week so we won't starve. My share of the money went to this escape, and with the help of J, I was able to complete it fairly quickly and easily.

Well that's a summary of me and my family. One more thing. I don't really talk...at all. I mean I can but I don't. No one has heard me but dad and J. But no one else has heard. I have no friends anyway so I might as well not speak. There's no point on it if you think about it.

Think about it.

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-Mae.