Chapter One
Mason
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September
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Different has always been a word that hit me hard. Not stupid, ugly, short, mental. Different. I never meant to be different but I guess I was born that way, so what's the point of changing? I certainly want to, but whenever I look at myself in the mirror all I see is failure, and it's really hard to come back from failure.
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"Goodbye, Mason !" I heard my little sister call as I slammed the door shut. The freezing cold air instantly hit my face, and I turned a rosy pink. As I walked to the bus stop I thought how my parents didn't even know I was gone. Heck, they probably didn't even know what my middle name is, they are so focused on A.J.'s treatment.
"We still love you Mason, but your sister is sick." Was the response I would get for complaining, but I know that answer was fake. A.J managed to get out of bed and say goodbye.
When I reached the bus stop the usual whispers about my weird clothes, and my weird hair began. I laugh a bit when they think I don't hear them, but oh believe me. I do. I pulled my sweatshirt a little closer to me and walked on the bus when it finally came. I sit in the back, alone, and finally have my time. No bullies, No parents, No A.J.
My stomach growled and it was like a thousand fist banging inside of me. Today five days since I last ate. My parents haven't made a meal for me, and I can't cook. They don't trust me with a stove.
"Excuse me?" A voice said snapping me out of my trance. I turned my head around in a dazed way, and I was instantly face to face with a bright blue-eyed girl.
"Hello? Can I sit here?" She asked.
"Oh!" I nervously moved my bag onto my lap, "Here, um, sit."
She smiled and sat down. I examined her head to toe. She had brown hair with sunshine colored highlights and black glasses. She wore an oversized flannel that she held over her mouth.
"Why haven't I seen you on the bus before?" She asked, catching me looking at her.
"Oh, I-I, um, I sit in the back usually. I'm, uh, not the social type." I couldn't look in her eyes without being trapped in them.
"Ha! You're funny and kinda weird, I dig it!" She laughed with her hand still covering her mouth.
"Yeah, I guess so haha." I laughed nervously and ran my fingers through my hair.
We were silent for the rest of the bus ride until we got off and started walking to the cafeteria, where kids normally hang out.
"Why have I never seen you before?" She asked when we got to the caf.
"I could ask you the same thing," I mumbled kind of harshly, and I felt bad after seeing the look in her eyes.
"Are you in eighth grade?" I nodded.
"Hey, me too!" Her smile lit up the room. For a split second, I smiled too.
"There's the smile you weirdo!"
Little did I know, the cure for my depression was right in front of me.
YOU ARE READING
Converse Girl
Romance"She looked up slowly and we made eye contact. Those blue eyes. Those pale pink lips. Her long brown hair. Her name was Owen."
