The Broken Ones

Chapter 1

Skylar's POV:

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Waking up has always been a weak point for me but when it's to go to school, it's hell. Lately I find myself not knowing why I even wake up anymore, I mean no one even cares except for my best and only friend, Blare. She's so strong. She has always had problems in her life and the fact that she gets bullied at home and at school doesn't really help. You see, Blare's adopted, and when she was told this, let's just say things didn't go down so well. Her parents were wonderful until her mom died and her dad became a self-absorbed drunk who didn't even care for his daughter. But now she has me and although she still has problems with her dad and the dicks at our school who bully her she gets through it.

Blare and I share a certain bond. No I don't mean we're sisters or anything like that. I mean we both have disorders. I myself have generalized anxiety disorder if you want to be all scientific about it. All it means is that I panic, about everything. I over think things too much and it affects my social life (not that I have one) and my school life (we all know that's shit). Blare has depression, you obviously know what it means but here is the definition for you uncultured swines; true clinical depression is a mood disorder in which feelings of sadness, loss, anger, or frustration interfere with everyday life for weeks or longer. So clearly Blare and I are fucked up.

So back to reality, here I am waking up like everyday. Yay (please note the sarcasm), here we go again another day to wake up in the garage that is separated from my “house”. Yes, I do still live with my parents but I have my own little house. As I head down stairs I make a list of things to do and would you look at that, there is nothing I have to do. My routine in the kitchen is always the same, open cupboard, get bowl, get spoon, open fridge, take milk, get fruit loops, pour fruit loops in bowl, pour milk, eat, done. I then head up stairs and take a quick shower. As I quickly dry myself off I waltz around my room picking up all the clothes I wanna wear. After that its just a trip down the stairs to the front door to grab my keys, backpack, beanie, pennyboard, put on my shoes, and then I’m on my way.

My school is only a fifteen minute drive away and twenty by pennyboard, so I usually wake up at 6:30 giving me thirty minutes to get ready and twenty to get to school. School only starts at 8:00 but I like to get there early to put in a few minutes of work into my art. Some of you may be wondering, Skylar if you and Blare or best friends then why don't you go to school together? Well that my friend is because Blare has a morning job at the local music store. Since she has a motorcycle and the store is open 24/7 Blare works there to pay for the taxes that her dad fails to even acknowledge.

Once at school I head straight to the art room. As I’m heading there I hear someone yell my name but as I turn around to see who was calling for me I am met with a punch to the face. “Hey there bitch, did you forget about me already or did you find another guy do date?” Shit, it's Trevor, that ass has been bullying me since he came here. I completely forgot about him since he stopped beating me up. “Did you hear me slut? I said answer me!” “That's not what you actually said you kn-” Before I can finish my sentence he kicks me right in the gut “Don't tell me what I said bitch!” He always does this, I normally just take it but today I am not taking any of his shit. “No.” “What did you say to me bitch?” “No!” I say while standing up. “Sit down slut!” As he's about to punch me I but my arm up blocking his failed attempt at an attack. Before he can say another word I kick him in the balls and make a break for it.

There's no use in going to the art room now, instead I head to the parking lot where I know Blare will be arriving in a few minutes. I hear the roar of a motorcycle engine and smile at the familiar sound. As Blare takes off her helmet I tell her “It was about time you arrived! I had a wonderful meeting with an old friend.” Me and Blare always call Trevor an “old friend” in case anyone overhears us. “Shit, Skylar are you ok-” She cuts herself off when she looks up at me. “Oh my god Skylar what happened to your face?!” I put my hand up to my jaw to feel it swollen and most likely bruised. “Oh yeah, that.” “Oh yeah, that! He really gave it to you today didn't he? That asshole I'm gonna kill him!” “There's no need for that, I took care of it.” Blare suddenly took a step away from examining me and looked at me with a serious face. “Skylar... what did you do.” Her voice sounds stern and I know I'm in for it now. Blare has always been there for me when Trevor beats me but when I fight back he always gets his friends to beat me up and Blare knows she can't help me out because they're too strong. “Nothing...” She gives me another of her glares and I give in. “Fine, I may or may not have kicked him in the jewels.” “Skylar! You know what'll happen to you right?” “Of course I know, but seriously, what's his fucking problem anyways? I've done nothing to deserve this!” I yell while pointing at my bruised face. “I know, I know.” Blare says as she puts her arm around me as we walk to the school.