Chapter 24

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  Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that."
― Ally Condie 

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Picture: Spring

Video: Take me home by Jess Glynne

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Skylar's POV

I rush into the crowded hallways and I look at how I see the the familiar faces gaze at me. I ran up to my locker ignoring all there stupid stares, turning my locker combo and threw my stupid halo in my locker. I felt so stupid- How could I seriously think that someone like me could pull off being with Ross. I have fat legs and I am just plain ugly. 

I pushed my blonde hair behind ears and grabbed my books for the morning classes. Maths and Art, thank god- I'm not being sarcastic in anyway, I love Maths and I love Art. I was getting my books I looked inside my locker to see my ruined Canvas. Wait. Christ, I forgot about my exam Art piece, I totally forgot that I didn't repaint that canvas that Ross broke.

-Flashback-

"Please stop! Your ruining it!" I scream as tears overwhelm my body and block my vision

I kneel on the floor to collect my fallen school books and my exam canvas with a newly marked hole in the centre of it! I try to collect it as fast as my muscles allowed it, trying to ignore all the laughs and pointing!

I collects belongings and run into the girls bathroom where I found myself locked inside a cubicle! I bring my knees to my chest after dropping my bag and canvas on the cold, hard floor! And cried waterfalls!

"I hate my life, I hate myself, I hate Ross Lynch" I whispered underneath my pants!

I try to steady my breathing and take long deep breathes! I take my glasses off and wipe away the tears, I release one big sigh then pick my luggage up and very quietly make my way out towards my locker.

I place my bag in there as long side my spoiled canvas that needed to be replace, until I nearly got my fingers cut off my the fast and hard closing of my locker!

-End of flashback-

I completely forgot that I needed to replace it and repaint it. Sugar, maybe I could work around it I did make the sculptured Rose last year. I could morph that in the centre and make it look like the Flower that I painted has come to life. Yes I need to get to class now so I can do that without her telling me off for not completing my work. I grabbed my bag and canvas and pulled my blue baggy hoodie that was in my locker (Used to be my favourite, everyday hoodie I used to wear) and headed towards Art.

I knocked on the door. No one answered.

"Hello?" I called. No one replied. My chucked my stuff on the table ans headed towards the back room to go grab last years homework project. I found my box and I lifted the paper matched 3D flower out of the box. I grabbed a hot glue gun, turn the switch and within minutes I made finished my final piece. Thank God! I left it in the room because I didn't seem much point in dragging it around with me only to return back here. I packed everything away and made my way towards home room.

I walked in quickly experting any eye contact and sat in my usual space at the back, the other students where continuing to chatter. I looked at the clock and watch the seconds hand ticks it way around until the big hand reached the 12 signalising that Miss Ash will becoming in any moment.

I expected to see The old lady with grey hair but no, a really pretty girl and an equally modelled guy walked in together, they looked similar, I think they might be siblings. I haven't really seen them around before. Her eyes traced over the empty seats and me being me no one wanted to sit next to me so she walked towards the seat across from me. I think her brother called out "have a good first day sis" then looked at me and smiled. I kindly smiled back and looked down at my art book. "You too Cameron" the girl called out. I looked up and he was kissing his sisters head- I didn't realise I was staring at him until he smirked and walked out Boohoo! He was hot but Ross is hotter. Speaking of Ross, where is h.. My voice got cut off by the girl asking me something.

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