Blood and Tears

People dont talk to me here at school, they say I'm a bad guy or something, because I'm some loner.

I'm really a nice person...but I don't tell them any different, why should I?

So hey could twist my words, and make me seem worse? No thank you!  Besides...

I was something different anyway..

Something that should be evil, something that shouldn't exist.

Vampire.

No I don't sparkle, I don't fry either. But anyway My name is Austin Brady...I guess here's m y story, enjoy.

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I woke up earl, for school. 

I hate school, I never fit in, and I always get  picked on by somebody. 

I'm like the nerd girl...but thankfully I don't have those bulky, huge glasses. I dodged those, and to think my mom was going to get them "Just in case" Is what she said, yeah right, she hates me!

What kind of mother hates their own daughter?

My mom that's who! 

Oh and where's my dad? ....

Just like the majority of all the other teens in the United States...

I have no idea, but do I care? 

No.

"LUCKY SYMPHONY SCOTT YOU BETTER BE AWAKE, I DON'T HEAR YOU MOVING!" 

Yes.

That was my ever, so sweet and modest mother, Kendra Scott.

And yeah, the idiot names me Lucky, 

Lucky!

Do I seem "Lucky" in any way to you? no right? 

I swear my mom was high when she named me. I swear!

I got up out of bed, walking to my bathroom. 

"LUCKY GET UP!"

 Oh I wanted her to shut up so badly, it was too early for all that noise! 

Don't get me wrong I'm a nice person, but I I hide everything too. I hide it well, along with my scars.

My scars I hide the most, all the time. 

I'm a cutter if you haven't guessed, yup.

I am, it feels good until its over. But that's for another time, right now the water is burning my darn back.

I got out, drying off, and looking in the stupid mirror. 

I hated the mirror, it always lied to me. I saw the girl look at me, after she brushed her teeth, letting her dark brown curly hair dry up stopping at her waist.  She had olive tone skin, and dark brown glossy eyes, a dusty rose pink.almost red lips, kind of tall, average curves. 

She looks like a nomal happy girl would be, so why was I on the other side ready to break down, and reach for my razor? 

I sighed, running a brush through my hair so it could get curly again, and brushed my teeth. I went to my closet, looking for clothes. I hate this, getting up early to see people who will most likely try to hit me with their freaking cars! 

But of course, sitting here mourning wasn't't going to help, now was it. So I went and chose some light blue skinnies, my black combat boots, a white v-neck and a black leather jacket I wore every day, along with my gray message bag. I left my hair out today, and as usual, my stupid side bangs just hung there. In the way!