Taming Scar (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 1.

"Why don't you understand that I'm never changing who I am?"

-Imagine Dragons
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edited: June 9, 2020

Scar

I brought my fist down, hitting the snooze button and making the annoying beeping stop. Stupid fucking alarm.

Taking a few minutes to let my mind process that I had to get out of the luxury of the bed to finish packing, I rolled over and put my pillow over my head letting out a loud groan. This sucks. I'm supposed to be sleeping until late afternoon, wake up and go catch a few beers with the gang before coming home happily intoxicated and regret it the next morning like a normal fucking teenager.

Instead here I am dragging myself into the bathroom at eight in the morning. I overslept and have barely enough time to get dressed for the big day I had been dreading for the past two months. Two whole months since Peter and Billy told me the big news.

Apparently I needed to learn how to become more social, meet different people and have a big experience. As if moving from foster home to juvenile ward and back to foster homes wasn't enough- they had informed me that they planned ahead to fly me over to Portland, Oregon to live with some family friends for the remainder of my junior year and if by some miracle I decided to stay longer, I would spend my summer there too.

They left no room to argue. Even going to the extent of informing my parole officer about whatever stupid idea they've made. So no matter how much I begged, no matter how much I cried or scream. My ass is going. I didn't even think something like this would be so easily possible. All my transcripts and school information being sent over and approved, starting Monday one week from now I shall be attending Madison High School, home of the senators and eight hundred and sixty students--well sixty one now.

Thank God for Wikipedia.

Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I ran a brush through my hair seeing as I had taken a shower last night and I resemble the Wolverine right now. Staring at my reflection in my bathroom mirror, I took my lip ring in between my teeth before releasing it and bringing my hand up to my lips--parts feeling rough and chapped causing me to grab my lip balm. After applying that and clear mascara I saw the difference it made, my lips now fuller and pinker while my eyelashes were darker in it's natural color making the silver hoop on my nose stand out against my complexion.

"Fuck it." I muttered taking the remainder of my things in the bathroom- toothbrush, makeup and hair brush- in my arms and walking back into the room before throwing them into my almost full suitcase.

I stripped out of my boy shorts and camisole, flinging them in as well before grabbing the clothes I laid out last night. Shimmying into my pair of super high waisted jeans I ran a hand over my front thigh, the cotton material feeling soft against my fingertips. I tugged my fringe crop top over my head. Adjusting the shirt before taking a seat on the edge of my bed and pulling my velvet black Dr. Marten boots.

After tucking in the laces, I stood up to my original height, strolling over to my black wooded dresser. That had barley anything on it. Due to the fact that it was either packed away or Billy had thrown it out.

I had five rings, my dog tags, and many earings. Putting the bands on first- three on one and two on the other- I put my dog tags next, it falling into my shirt and in between my breasts. I looked at both my ears, seeing many small holes alligned on the right and one rather large gauge on the left as well as a rook piercing and three more holes lined up above the gauge.

Sticking the last jewelry piece in, I smacked my hands on the furniture letting a quick beat sound throughout the room.

"Scar?" A knock sounded at my door followed by Billy's voice.