♤twelve : introductions♤
After I had escaped from the principals clutches and started walking to my locker, the strawberry blonde walked up to me. He asked me if it was my first day. I replied with yep. I questioned how he could tell.... I brushed it off, knowing I looked like an outsider. He introduced himself. Trenton. What a cool name. He insisted I should call him Trent. He laughed like something unexplainable, and I loved it. His eyes sparkled. I smiled too, remembering that was how I used to be. My best friends used to tell me that my laugh made them laugh, too. It was undeniable. I told him that my name was Marilyn. Trent was really friendly, just like me. I was still kind of nervous, after all, it was only my first day of my new school. I asked him why he was all alone. He turned around and took off his jacket that covered his shoulders. He had burns all across the back of his neck, and his shoulders were scorched and burned. What happened to him? I wondered if it was similar to my horrific story. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal a cast and burns all up my other arm.
He gasped.
"Fire?"
"Fire."
YOU ARE READING
The Struggle Is Real
Novela Juvenil§ fire destroyed my life. my family is *supposedly* in a "better place." left alone, an orphan, i cried. § "It gets better. I promise." "Does it really?" =+=+=+=+=+=+= © stolzenfeld 2014
