My Tattoos

Back to Hell, I mean school

My alarm blares through my room. I rub my eyes and roll to the side to gently tap my phone, turning off my alarm. I sit up, stretching my arms above my head. I flip my legs to the side of my bed and stand up. I gently make my way across my floor toward my closet. I pull out my usual attire: black skinny jeans, my black jacket, and a yellow crop top. I slide off my baggy hoodie that I wear to bed and change into my outfit.

I sit at my vanity and put my hair into a messy bun. Most girls get dressed up for the first day of school but I have determined that I don't care. What's the point in pretending to be someone you aren't? I stand up and put on mu black boots.

I gather up my school supplies and head down to the kitchen. I grab a granola bar and attempt to avoid my mother but fail.

"Is that what you are wearing?" My mom says from behind me.

"Yes" I say as I throw my bag over my shoulder, "Is that a problem?"

"Well don't you think you should dress nice this year? Leave better impressions?"

"I don't care what anyone else thinks" I mutter and turn away.

"Well obviously you do! You cover their thoughts up!" She yells.

"So what?!" I yell back, "Goodbye"
I turn and walk out the door.
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By the time I reach the school, my anger has mostly subsided. I walk through the parking lot and up to the entrance of the school. I pull open the door and walk inside. I avoid eye contact as people stare at me. I feel cold chills as words etch into my skin. Their thoughts float around my body. New tattoos appear on my skin. Sometimes I wish I didn't know what people thought of me, that their thoughts didn't show up on my skin. I brush my hand over my stomach, the only place on my body with a positive thought. I continue walking until I reach my first class, music.

Music is the only class I enjoy. The teacher is kind and very thoughtful. I sit in the front row while I wait for the teacher and the rest of the students to come in. I pull out my leather music journal and turn to the song I have been working on. I am trying to think of a good way to end the song when the book is snatched from my hand.

"Ooh what do we have here?" Tina Tucker says from behind me with my notebook in hand, " Is the little slut writing a song about love? Shouldn't you be writing about sex?"

"Give it back, Tina."

"Or what?" She sneers. She pulls out a pen and begins to write on the page. I reach to take it back when I hear a voice behind me.

"Tina. Violet. Is there a problem here?" Mrs. Peterson, my music teacher, says from behind me.

"No. Of course not," Tina says, dropping my book on the floor, "Fetch, bitch" she mouths as the teacher turns away.

I quickly grab it off the floor and reopen it to the page I was on to see the word "SLUT" scribbled across the page. I sigh and close my book, looking to the front of the class. This is going to be a long first day.
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After music is over I drag my self to calculus and then to English. After the first 3 classes are over it is finally time for lunch. I use lunch as a time to escape from the rude people here, a time to think. I walk down the main hall and out the front doors. I then turn along the side of the building and walk until I reach the small courtyard. I frown when somebody is already sitting in my usual spot.

The boy sitting on the bench is hunched over a book with a sack lunch next to him. He is reading and occasionally reaching over for chips. He doesn't seem to notice me. I take a few steps closer and realise that I have never seen him before. He is tall with broad shoulders. I notice the words on his skin are kind. He has a mess of curls atop his head while the hair on his sides is cut low. He is most certainly handsome. His dark eyes are trained on the words on the page in his book.

The boy moves his hand up to his hair and pushes it to the side, turning to grab something from his lunch. As he turns he sees me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just going," I say as I turn around.

"No It's fine," he says causing me to turn to look at him. He smiles at me, "You can come sit if you'd like."

"Oh thanks," I smile back. I come and sit next to him, "I normally eat here, I was just a little surprised to see someone else here."

"Well, I'm new so I wanted to avoid people as much as possible," he says with a small smile, "I am not very fond of social situations."

"Same here," I smile, "I'm Violet by the way."

"I'm Justin."

"Nice to meet you Justin," I say as I pull out my notebook.

"What are you working on?"

"Oh... I'm just finishing up a song I was working on," I smile shyly. I open to the page and see the word "slut" scribbled across the page.

"Who did that?"

"Tina Tucker. She hates me. Pretty much everyone here does," I frown.

"Why?" He looks at me with curiousity.

"I don't have the best reputation but that is a story for another day," I sigh as I think about Tina and how she much she ruined for me. It all started with her stupid picture.
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Author's note:
Hey guys! Thank you for reading! I hope you have enjoyed so far. This chapter was mainly to introduce the main characters and next chapter will be a little more juicy. Anyways! I will be trying to update weekly but that may not always happen so my apologies if I forget to update. Thank you again for reading!
Xoxo
Cadi