A loud muffled voice is heard over the intercom, demanding for "Brianna Doe" to come to the front office. Fright fills my chest as I stand up, swinging one strap of my black bag over my shoulder.
I hate my name. It sounds like it belongs to a strong, independent, confident woman. When in reality, it's just....mine.
I slowly walk towards the door of the classroom, consumed in my own thoughts and self hatred.
Reaching for the doorknob, I push down on the handle and timidly pull it open. I walk through the doorway, glancing around to make sure no one is there. Sighing in relief, I begin my long trek across the school towards the front office.
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As I near my destination, I glance up and meet the eyes of a stranger maybe one year above me. He smiles awkwardly and glances back down at his book. Suddenly, he looks back up at me and notices my sleeves.
Or, what I thought was just my sleeves. They had gone up a bit, showing my wrists. He immediately changes the direction he's walking, aiming for me. I squeak in surprise and take a step back, hitting the wall behind me.
He grabs my wrists gently and leans close, whispering "Please stop," before pulling away and staring deeply into my eyes. His deep brown eyes are pleading with mine, and I can see the concern this stranger has for me.
I divert my eyes back to the ground, nodding silently. Tears well up in my eyes and I glance back up at him, nodding a bit more confidently. He smiles back at me and brings my hands up to his face, placing his lips over my scars lightly before dropping them and walking away.
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Yo, I did a thing. I'm still a failure, lol, but I got 'dis. I'm working on it. XD
~#1 Idiot
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'Dem Scars Doh
Teen FictionOkay, so I can't really give this a description until I write the book and actually know where it's headed so for now I'm just gonna put this.....the title will also change. XD
