He Called Her Angel

Scars

Overview:

"The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets...The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears... and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain."

"You sound like you talk from experience."

"Perhaps."

Cassidy hides behind fake smiles and lies every day, hiding the secrets of her past and the secrets of her life now. She stumbles upon the allegedly named "bad boy" Carter, who also has a few secrets of his own. Will they be able to see through their masks to unearth their secrets? Or will they remain buried along with their true selves?

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Rules!!!

1) There are bad words in this book, so if you don't like that you can either ignore it or not read this book. I mean come on there just words... In fact, my first word was a curse word.:)

2) Even though these are just words, they are my words! So don't go around copying them.:)

3) Help me out if there is a mistake and tell me, but don't get your panties in a twist.:)

4) If you happen to be a grammar nazi I suggest you leave.:)

5) Comment, vote, and enjoy this book.:)

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Warning:

-This book covers some pretty difficult subjects. I apologize in advance if this book hits a soft spot for you.

-Some sexual content.

-This is my first book.

-I am 17 years old

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Chapter 1

Scars

I woke up startled, unsure of my surroundings. I blinked rapidly to try and clear the haze from my eyes. After a few seconds the world became clearer. I looked at the clock, which read 4 am. "Great, I got only 2 hours of sleep." I mumbled speaking to myself.

I slugged out of bed debating what to do for the next few hours, until it was a reasonable time to get ready for the first day of the new school year. I put on my tennis shoes and some running clothes, deciding to go for an early morning run to try and clear my thoughts before the day begun.

I stared in the reflection of the long mirror on my wall. I didn't quite enjoy what I saw. My dirty blonde hair was tangled and sticking up every which way. I had dark bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep and my skin was pale and clammy. I probably should have gone outside more over the summer. Maybe I would have gotten some color on my skin and then I thought no I couldn't have. My summer was hell and I spent most of it locked in my room crying.

I ran out the side door to my room letting the hot air hit me. I blasted "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor on my iPod shuffle and began to run without any care of where I was really going. I looked at my moonlit surroundings. The cacti looked utterly creepy and I empathized for all the dead plants. Living in Arizona was awful, but I lived here my entire life, so I never really new what it was like to live anywhere else. The brown landscape was dull and dry. I hadn't seen a drop of rain in 6 months. Instead of rainstorms all we had were mountains of dust that caked the desert, dust storms.