Scarred Knees

eight.

Eight

Serena

Everyone was talking about the 'party' today. It was absolutely crazy. All the chattering was giving me a headache by maths class which was last period. All the smart people were in that class. To be honest, I was quite surprised when Cassie got in along with Kyle. Kyle was a pretty smart kid but Cassie? I heard she got all F's on her report card last year. Lot of people say that she probably gave the teacher a private hand and blow job to get her in the class so her parents wouldn't beat the crap out of her.

I opened the door to math class and found my usual seat which was in the back, away from everything and near the only window in the classroom. The talking and laughing only grew louder as everyone was filing inside along with their friends. The math teacher was always sleeping and never taught any of us. Instead when he was told to give tests he would just give us all A's and pass us from the class. I couldn't remember the last time I took a real test for math.

I really hope something comes up tonight so I wont have to go. I would've never gone in the first place, but after my mom found the paper she literally was forcing me to go.

I stared out the surprisingly clean window, with my hands shoved under the desk as they played with the metal screws screwed in. I just wish everyone would be quiet. I seemed to get lost in the swaying palms outside the window. The view from this room was absolutely amazing- way better than the less picturesque scenery at my apartment complex on the second floor.

My concentration collapsed when someone cleared their throat rather loudly right in front of me. I hated that sound. It sounded like someone was going to say a mouthful of hurtful words directed at me. I looked up only to see Kyle- someone who never even stepped within a mile of me. He really sucked at avoiding me, so what could he possibly want now that he was in front of me?

His face was filled with a pained and yet annoyed glare. He seemed nervous and scared almost. His hair was blonde and quiffed up lightly with his piercing blue eyes, his sharp jawline and collarbones standing out against his pale tone of skin. His mouth was open agape.

"Are you going to the pool party tonight?" He asked in a sweetly sick voice with a obviously surreal smile plastered on his face. His voice made me cringe.

Talking to someone has always been one of the many problems I have faced. I stuttered especially if it was a boy. I've been shy my entire life, hiding in the shadows being reluctant to step out into the world.

"Y-Yes." I managed to choke out. He laughed menacingly exactly after. He glared down at me with his now cold eyes before speaking again. "I bet you look horrible in bathing suits- hell you probably wear such concealing clothes because you have such fat legs that make people vomit. You're a fat eye sore. Always wonder why no one talks to you? Well let's see, maybe because you're such a whore."

That one really sunk in and bit me in the ass.

I couldn't control my emotions any further. I started bawling in front of him, giving him a look of defeat. I didn't want to, but its not like I can control it. My body has a mind of it's own. Before I buried my now tear stained cheeks, I saw him roll his eyes and walk over to where Cassie was sitting. She kissed him and I could faintly hear her say, 'good job' to him. His expression was blank.

I felt like such an idiot at that exact moment. Everyone was staring at me and talking about me. I could hear exactly everything. Why did everyone have to be like this?

As soon as I walked inside, I sulked to the bedroom I slept in and shared with my other sisters. My feet dragged against the dirty stained carpet until I stood in front of the very few clothes hanging in the closet. There was my bathing suit, wrinkled and lightly damp from being washed earlier this morning with dish soap. My hand reluctantly grabbed it and I just stared at the swimsuit. It somehow had TROUBLE written all over it.

My eyes flickered to the small cheap watch on my wrist. Just 1 more hour to go before I die inside a hole and drop the face of the earth.

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hey guys its me sorry i haven't updated, been feeling a little down lately.