I'm Broken and Bruised.

Chapter 1

The teacher was handing back the history tests. I feel really good about this test because I studied really hard for it. My best friend Ally, who isn't even in this class helped me study and she thinks I was really ready for it. "Better luck next time" my tear, miss Jessie, said as she placed my test on my desk. '63? crap!' i think to myself. I crinkled up the test and shoved it in my backpack. I put my head down on my desk, trying to hod back the tears. 'I'm so stupid.' I think to myself. 'I can't do good on a test no matter how hard I study.' thoughts kept running through my head. I keep the tears held back and picked up my head before the teacher yelled at me. I pulled down the sleeves on my sweater, hiding the pain on my wrists. No one knew about them. Not even Ally, and we told each other everything, except that. No need for her to worry. She didn't know about my eating disorders either. The bell rang and I collected my books and headed for the door. "Sarah" I hear my teacher call. "Come here for a second." She was in her mid-twenties, long, blonde hair, big blue eyes and perfectly tan skin. She was short, maybe around 5'3. She was much more beautiful than i was. Tall, lanky, with my ugly red hair, a color that looked beautiful on anyone but me. My freckles just made me look polkadoted and i hated everything about me. "Yah?" I said, walking up to her. "You okay? you seemed upset when I gave you your test." I adjusted my backpack and pulled my sleeves down again before answering. "I was just expecting a better grade." I said quietly as the last person left the classroom, leaving us alone. She gave me a sympathetic look. I think she could tell i was trying to hold back tears. That's what I liked about her. she's understanding and always did her best to help me. I felt like she was in my place once and understood. I just hoped she didn't know my secrets. "If you would like, I'd be willing to stay after school and help you try to understand it a little more" she said with a smile. I knew she was trying to help, and that made me so happy. No other teacher would do that for me. "I'll ask my mom, thank you" I lied with a fake smile. I hated lying to her, but I knew my mom wouldn't want to pay money for her to tudor me and I wouldn't feel right making her do it for free. I walked out the door and headed for my locker. I was almost here when someone bumped into me. "Watch where you're going, freak!" She yelled in my face. I mumbled an apology even though it wasn't my fault, and combined on my way. I reached my locker, put in my combination and grabbed my books. I hurried into my next class right as the bell rang. I sat in my seat and breathed a sigh of relief as the teacher closed the door. "Where were you?" a hating voice came from the seat behind me, whispering in my ear. "In the bathroom, cutting yourself? Emo freak" the voice said, with a small chuckle at the end. 'Holy crap!' I think to myself too scared to turn around. 'how does she know?' i looked over at Ally who was sitting next to me to see if she heard. She smiled at me so I think i'm safe. She can't find out. She will hate me. I pulled down my sleeves and smiled back at my best friend. during class i heard snickering behind me. I knew they were laughing at me. Probalbly calling me a freak. "Hey Ally" I heard one of them whisper. "Do you know that your best friend is a freak?" "No she's not, you're a freak! Shut up!!" Ally responded with a little louder whisper. I smiled at her but she looked pissed. I took out my notebook and tore of a little piece of paper. Taking out a pen, i wrote 'Don't let them bother you. I'ts okay don't get mad' and passed it to her when the teacher turned to the chalkboard. She opened it and read it but still looked really mad. She hated it when people made fun of me. Which is why she was my best friend.

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