I remember the Violet Carson's my
mom grew on balcony of our small
cramped two bedroom apartment.
And how the sweet yet soft scent of
roses filled the air especially in the
spring time when the breeze blew
heavily. They were so beautiful.
Unlike me therefore I don't why she
named me after them.
Violet Scarlett Carson, Is my name.
Named after two amazingly beautiful
roses, and yet I'm not beautiful at all.
I'm taller than most girls, too skinny.
People at school always laughs at me
because I had Heterochromia iridum.
That's when you have two different
colored eyes. In my case one of my
eyes were gray and the other blue.
Everyone laughed because my nose,
in my opinion was too big, my brown
brunette hair was flat, I had many
scars from the past when I use to self
harm years ago. All Of them Laughed.
All except one.
Zachary Phelps. The school's druggie,
punk rock bad boy, who was nothing
but pure trouble.
He made me feel beautiful always
when I was around him. In me he
saw no flaws. And In a amount of
months we fell in love.
Everything was perfect at that point
and life was good. But then something
changed in Zach. That's when things
started to change for the worse.........
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TROUBLE
Teen FictionI watched Zachary as he sniffed the remainder of his cocaine, from the corner of the terribly dirty and cramped motel bathroom, with tears in my eyes. Afraid to do and say anything. He looked over at me, obviously stoned. He stood to his feet and be...
