Scars

Chapter One

Weird. That's me. The typical weird girl that no one likes. I don't mind, though. People have opinions, not all are appropriate or nice, and if they choose to voice them, then they're simply not worth my time.
I don't have many friends, but I like being on my own. I've come to love it. I've learnt to find comfort and peace in my loneliness. I tend to notice more, find beauty in things that are not supposed to be beautiful. Like me; people call me the rudest names, because I think differently. But maybe I just wasn't meant to be loved and beautiful, so I love things like myself.

Think of a flower, brightly coloured and irresistible. You can't help but stare at its beauty. But what about the weeds? People hate them, pull them out and throw them away. Because they're considered to be disgusting and ugly. But, just like flowers, some are beautiful.
Too many things are judged by name or by reputation. The smaller things are not appreciated anymore. But, the things overlooked the most are the things which hold the most beauty, the most interesting story, the most pain, the most joy.

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My mother, once again, insists on giving me her daily lecture on me needing to make more friends, put myself out there, to which I zone out, already knowing it off by heart.
"Yes, mother. I know. I'll try harder today." I say with faux determination. She sends me a smile.
"Good girl. Now go on, you don't want to be late." She strokes the side of my face, and I try extremely hard not to grimace and pull away from her affection. I give her a small smile before turning and walking out of the front door.
My mother is particularly wealthy and proper. She wasn't exactly young when she had me either. She is in her mid fifty's at the moment. She has always insisted on me following in her posh footsteps. We live in a cute, wealthy suburb in the middle of London. Our house is an old, charming two story townhouse, with arched windows and tall ceilings. Our garden consists of lush green grass and red and white roses, surrounded by a well maintained hedge.
I go to a private school in town, where they make us wear knee length skirts with white blouses and itchy blazers. I'm pretty sure it cost a few hundred dollars for my mother to buy, not that she minded as she wants the best for me.

I reach the large, red brick manor like building. It has four stories and a massive yard out the front. There is a wide gravel drive right up to the front door and a stone fountain in the middle. I walk trough the black iron fence, listening to the crunch of the gravel under my slip on shoe covered feet. I hear loud laughing and look up to see the group of popular girls talking to the popular guys.
I speed up my steps, hoping to slip past unnoticed. But that hope is shattered when I hear the familiar voice.
"Stella!" I bite my lip angrily and turn around.
"Yes, Cove?" I don't mind Cove, he's one of the only people in this school who doesn't hate me. In fact, he's quite the best friend. The downside is that he also happens to be the most popular guy in school, resulting in him hanging around the most popular girls.
"Can we catch up later? We haven't hung out in a while." He asks, a hopeful smile on his lips. I nod.
"Sure. I'll meet you here after school?" I ask, not paying attention to the curious glares coming from his friends. His smile widens.
"Perfect! See you later, Stel." I mumble a goodbye and rush away, still managing to hear the giggle from the devil herself, Lila Dayes and her little minion Desiree Jones.
"Why do you even like her?" Lila's annoyingly high pitched voice asks.
"She's cool." Cove replies. I can feel their eyes on me as I slip inside the large mahogany doors.

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A/N
Hey!!
So I'm back with the first chapter of 'Scars'!
What do you think so far?
I'm trying hard to make it more detailed and little more exciting to read.
I hope you enjoy!