I WOKE UP TO LITTLE noises on the window, like a drizzle. When I looked out of the window rain was pouring down heavily. Great I thought. I had never liked rain much but I started hating it when once during a down pour I ran into a head pole and bumped my head. I got eight stitches near my left eyebrow. I go up to the mirror to examine myself. I could see myself, pale as a ghost, oval face, brown eyes and high cheek bones. Everything about my face was contrasting. I moved a little closer to see better and there it was a faint scar over my left eyebrow leaving the mark of the incident. I hate when this happens: some things go wrong and then you get over them but still something remains in your memory like a scar reminding you of that painful time.
I look in the alarm clock, half past eight. Normally I would be on my way to college right now but with such a heavy rain and roads acting as icing rings I was a little reluctant to go. Thankfully Amy called me and told that we are having a day off.
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Teen FictionCath is in her second year of college and is from a troubled household. She finds unexpected hatred from her loved ones but she is trying hard to find a place for herself where she will be loved and wanted...will she succeed? Highest ranking: #4 in...
