Lunch time! My favorite part of the school day other than coming here at the beginning of the day. Going home is the worst part of the day. I don’t really eat the lunch. I sit with other kids that are like me. The worst part of lunch is the line . . . I hate standing in it alone, It feels like I’m waiting to sell my soul to Satan, And by the time I get up there . . . I don’t know what to sell. Nobody sits around our table cause they don’t like us or they think we’re crazy. I sit at the end of the table, across from this girl . . . we call her stitches.
Her real name is Scarlet Widget, and her life is really FUCKED UP! I remember the first day we met, just like yesterday . . . It was Halloween at school I was a 6th grader, And everyone was dressed up when we were told that there was going to be a new student coming in on Halloween. She walked in. I dressed up like a pimp, and she dressed up like herself. But to others, she was dressed as some girl with stitches on her cheeks. She was seated next to me.” Hi, my name is Bruce, what’s your name dollface?” She didn’t reply. “ So I take it that you're shy cause it’s your first day of school. Well, I’d just like to say I’m sorry what happened to you. You know . . . about your face.” She looked at me funny, with really wide eyes. I think she understood why. “ I know that’s not a costume. That’s how your face is. I know cause if you look at it real closely you can see the medical string go into your cheek, and back out again. It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone.” She smiled at me. Hey, you know what, I’m not perfect either.” I pulled my glasses to reveal my eyes. You can see some blood in my eyes, and big bruises around my eyes. Her smile faded away for a little bit, then she smiled again. “This doesn’t creep you out?” I asked. She shook her head no. “ Can you talk or your just really shy?” She took out a green book and started writing in it. ‘ I can’t talk because it’ll tug on the string.’ “Oh, ok then. You got a name?” She chuckled a little. ‘ Yes, it’s Scarlet. Scarlet Widget’. “I know we just met but I can see us being really good friends. You can call me bruiser. ‘ You can call me ...Stitches’. “Stitches, I like it”. She smiled and turned to some pages that she already wrote on. The title said ‘ My story.’ It said
My family was a ‘normal’ family. Till I caught my father one night sleeping with another woman. My mother was working late at the office. He saw me and I tried to run, but he caught me. He looked at me and angrily said: If you tell your mother what you saw, I’ll make it so you’ll never talk again.” I kept my mouth closed. But that week my mom worked late at night all week! So he kept doing it. I figured that even if I told my mom she wouldn’t believe me. So I started taking photos. One night, My father was working late at night too, so I had a babysitter watch me for the night. When I was asleep, She went into every room went trying to steal some jewelry.(Which she did.) But when she went into my room, she found the photos I had taken. She took those too. My mother came home first, and my babysitter showed them to my mom. My mother out of rage called my father. My father came home calm, took his things and left. They got divorced. My mother won me, and I got to see my father every other weekend. It was calm for the first couple of weekends, Till one night. When one night. He was making a lot of noise. So I woke up. I looked around the house to see what was going on. It was silent all of a sudden. I couldn’t find him, and it got quiet, so I was headed for bed. When he was behind me he said in and low angrily voice” we need to have a talk, your last talk.” I went running to the front door when he grabbed me and shoved a sock in my mouth. He tied me up, and kept smacking me in the face. “ Why did you tell your mother, didn’t I tell you not to!” “ I didn’t daddy, I didn’t, I swear daddy! Please don’t hurt me, please let me go!” “LIES! he yelled. Then who did!?” at that time I didn’t know if the babysitter did or not so I told him, I didn’t know. “ Well then why did you take pictures?! Why was little Scarlet out of bed!” I froze, I didn’t know what to say other than” Don’t hurt me, daddy, I love you, If you stop this I’ll forget everything that happened here, I won’t tell mommy!” “ Tell mommy, oh you won’t, and if you loved Daddy why did you tell?! Why did you take the photos!?” “ I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it!” he paused and hugged me. It’s ok honey, I Believe you.” “ you do?” “ Of course daddy does, and to make sure that you won’t tell mommy, has to take some precautions.” “ like what ?” I said with my eyes welling with tears.” Like cutting your mouth so you’ll never talk again..."
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The FUCKED up kids.
Random4 kids with messed up parents tell there everyday lives in school,after school,and at home.
