No matter what
Chapter one
I was walking to school with my best friend Isabella, or as I call her Bella. After my parents passed away Bella and her family let me stay with them. Bella was my only friend. She was the only one who would talk to me and she helped me a lot.
"Skylar are you ok?" Bella asked.
She was worried about me a lot. "Yeah just a little shooken up since last night. But you get used to it after awhile you know." I replied. "I understand. Oh and you know you can tell me anything right? I will support you through anything and everything." "Thanks." I give her a smile. And for once it is not fake. 'Cause I know she will always have my back and vise versa.
When we arrived at school the bell had rung. Luckily I didn't need to go to my locker. I had Math than gym in the morning.
Math I am not so great at though. Gym is my thing.
As I was walking towards math class, someone slammed me into a locker. "Hey you little bitch." My head whipped to the side as I felt a sting go across my cheek. "What the fuck are you doing here?" As I felt another punch land on my face. "You fucking dyke!" I feel a blow to my stomach. This happens everyday. No matter where I am. School, home anywhere. I go from school to school. 'Cause this always happens to me. But I get used to it.
I should really introduce myself. My name is Skylar Avery-rose. I live with Bella and her family since my parents got into a car accident. But I don't want to talk about that. I have a lip, nose, belly button, and my whole ear is pierced. I have tons of tattoos. My favourite one is the treble cliff with some notes I have on my hip bone. Each tattoos holds a story. The treble cliff and music notes holds me and my parents writing songs. And the notes is a part of our first song we wrote together. So that is really special to me. We were close. Anyways. I play piano, guitar, violin, and I sing a little. I'm 5'6". I am slim. I have dark brown hair. My hair is naturally curly but I mainly have it straight. My style consist of bracelets, band tees, Beenies, a dog tag, ripped jeans, and designer shoes. I'm not much of a girly girl though. Anywho I idolize Paramore and evanescence. I spend a lot of time writing songs. My brothers abused me when my parents weren't home, and at school everyone bullied me. I'm not sure why? I think it's cause I am a lesbian and yeah. Bella and her family knows and they accept me. My parents knew and were happy that I told them. That's practically everything.
Where was I before I got carried away with who I am. As I kept getting repeatedly kicked in the stomach and slammed into the locker Bella came out of no where and helped me. I am getting tired of this. I'm going to end up switching schools and I am not going to tell anybody I'm a fucking lesbian.
As everything is starting to get blurry I see Bella get thrown to the side as the guy continue to throw blows at me. I try to get up, but I am thrown to the ground again. Why does this keep on happening to me. Everything starts to get darker as I am unable to keep my eyes open as things start to get dark.
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Broken But Beautiful (gxg)
RomansaWarning; inappropriate language involved, sexual content will also be involved in the story. "What the fuck are you doing here?" As I another punch lands on my face. "You fucking dy...