Butterfly Beauty

Chapter 1

Every person has a scar. Whether it's emotionally or physically, their still there.

In my case there more physically. Now I know what you're thinking 'she's one of those weird depressed girls that slit there wrists' but that's not my story. You see, when I was one year old my family and I went travelling in the outback Australia, and one night we had a camp fire, and one thing led to another and I ended up burning myself. I never really was self-conscious about my scars, well at least until I started high school. Especially in 12th grade when I had to start at a new school. An American school might I add.

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"Olly, get out of bed you're going to be late for school" my mum yelled from downstairs. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the bed sheets higher over my head, completely ignoring my mother's request. "Olly if you're not down here in 10 minute I will personally drag your ass own here" she warned. I rolled my eyes, not falling for the usual threat that she spills, but nonetheless I pull the bed sheets off of me and crawled out of bed.

I did the usual school routine except instead of wearing a uniform like back in Australia, I could wear anything. So I had a quick shower and got into my outfit for the day as I waited for my hair to dry.

Once I was finished I hopped down the steps and greeted mum. "Morning" I said miserably. As you can probably tell, I'm not very excited for my first day. If anything, I was nervous.

"Oh c'mon cheer up, it won't be that bad. I thought you liked a good change" She encouraged, but there's a difference between liking a change in your bedroom interior or your clothes choice and liking a change in countries.

I ignored my mum's statement and just ate my vegemite on toast. "Okay mum I'll see you this arv. Love ya" I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay hun, have fun" She chuckled. "Ooh that rhymed. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it." She said causing me to laugh as I walked out the door.

My dad left us when I turned about 4, mum says they just stopped loving each other, but I always felt as though it was my fault because I faintly remember them always arguing because of what happened with my hands and then one day they had a huge fight over it and he left.

As I entered the school gates I walked as quickly as I could to the office, with my head low and my sleeves rolled into my fists. I entered the office door and it sort of reminded me of a hospital, with its quietness and its disinfectant smell. Well at least it was quite until I heard yelling from down the hallway.

"It wasn't my fault. That dickhead punched me first!" I heard one guy yell.

"You brung it on yourself you faggot." Another one chuckled, not even phased by the language the other guy was using on him.

"Alright that's enough with the name calling. You both have an afternoon detention for the rest of the week. I don't feel like suspending anyone today so consider yourselves lucky." A strict man said.

"But-"

"Your dismissed." The man, who I'm assuming is like the principle or something said, cutting off the guys excuses.

I made my way up to office desk and shyly asked for my schedule. "Hi, umm excuse me but I'm new and I'm assuming this is where I get my schedule from?"

"Yea sure thing sweetie, but I'll need your name." She asked politely. Her badge said her name was Kelly Renolds, she had dark brown hair which was cut in a bob just above her shoulders.

"Olivier Williams" I said fidgeting with my hoodie sleeve. She typed something into her computer and printed out a page and handed it to me.

"There you go darl." She said with a smile.